Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

The sudden change on the field caused an uproar. Although no one understood what happened, it was obvious that Luo Yixing's attack began to become aggressive.

The casualties increased, and Duke Silica seemed to be in some trouble.

"...A dictator?" Fang Zhixin whispered.

The elemental elves in my ears continued to reveal unknown information.

Five years ago, the affiliated planet of Luoyixing was invaded by the Space-Time Demon God. The heir to the throne, Salt, led his troops to stop the Space-Time Demon God and successfully drove him away.

However, on the eve of victory, he was betrayed by his own brother and had to fake his death to escape.

Fang Zhixin raised a question: "With Soter's reputation and ability at the time, he wouldn't be driven to death by a betrayal. Is there someone else supporting Soerla behind the scenes?"

Xiao Guang continued to answer: "Yes, Solla has someone behind him. At that time, Solter, now Solter, had some political views that violated the interests of many one-star nobles. Many people were afraid of this young man with strong skills.

If Soter comes to power, it will be bad news for many people, and their interests will suffer an unprecedented blow.

So this part of the nobles united and turned to support Solla, secretly instigating Solla to take action. Originally, they would not be able to achieve anything, but Tianquan intervened.

The people who surrounded and suppressed Sote were sent by Tianquan, and then Sote faked his death. With the intervention of Youhai, he escaped from danger and joined the Galaxy Galaxy Academy, where he has been lurking ever since. "

"Eh? Tianquan's hand is so long." The girl supported her chin and spoke in distress.

"I wonder if that guy will be angry or unwilling when he sees this scene."

Xiao Guang pondered for a moment and said, "It's murderous intent. He really wants to kill someone. He is 500 meters to your right, with a golden-haired prince."

Golden-haired prince?

Fang Zhixin thought about it and realized it was Feilan from Lanwei Star.

Xiao Guang: "Yes, yes, that guy. He is also from Youhai, or one of the veterans. Sote joined Youhai through him."

Fang Zhixin straightened up and looked at the people behind him with interest.

"Everyone, there's a big show going on. Are you interested in watching it with me in the front row?"

Zhong An: "It's Soter."

Lu Yuan nodded: "It's Soter, she just mentioned it to herself."

Du Ruo shook his finger: "Yes, it is also related to Tianquan."

Several people were talking at the same time, which made Fang Zhixin cover his face with a headache. For the first time in a long time, his cheeks were stained with a trace of red, and he was overwhelmed with shame.

Fang Shaoli laughed: "Don't mind it, Zhixin, we are just curious about what the Voice of All Things looks like when it is activated. Since we learned about it at the Spacetime Administration, we have not observed it up close."

Fang Shaoli laughed heartily and talked to himself seriously. He seemed a little silly no matter how you looked at him, but very interesting.

"Now it seems like it's quite interesting, hahahaha... ha!"

The laughter was suddenly cut off, and a dark shadow flashed over and kicked Fang Shaoli away mercilessly.

Fang Zhixin, who had kicked the man away, let out a breath and looked at the few people.

A group of people turned their heads together: "What just happened?"

"It's as if nothing happened."

Bai Yuefeng pointed at Fang Shaoli and laughed: "Hahahahaha, you deserve it!"

Fang Shaoli rubbed his waist that was kicked and smiled bitterly: "It's really that serious, I even used teleportation."

Fang Zhixin retracted his legs and rolled his eyes: "Are you guys going to watch this scene or not?"

Everyone said in unison: "Look, of course!"

In the distance, more and more people were sacrificing on the battlefield dominated by Luo Yixing. Silica pressed her fingers hard, her nails digging into her palms, her eyes filled with anger.

She endured the pain like needles pricking her body and stood up shakily. Beads of sweat flowed down her ears. She grasped the long tassel in her hand and walked towards the battlefield step by step.

"You don't want them, but I do, Solla. You are not as good as Solter. He never gives up on his people."

The persistent figure caught Solla's eyes, and at a certain moment it overlapped with another figure, which aroused the hidden irritability in his heart.

His face suddenly twisted, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled uncontrollably as he clenched his teeth.

"But he's dead! It's me standing here, Solla!"

outside the battlefield

"But he's dead, and it's me, Solla, who's standing here... That's what he said."

Fang Zhixin imitated Solla at the top of his voice.

The corners of a group of people's mouths twitched. What on earth were these people here for?

Fren looked at Sote with a wooden face: "What did you say to her?"

Soter: “…I don’t know.”

Phelan:?

What do you mean you don’t know? Didn’t she come to see you?

Fang Zhixin stretched out his arm to block the two of them, tilted his head and looked at Fei Lun: "The people here are all our own people, right?"

The corner of Feilun's eye twitched: "Our people are naturally our own people, as for you..."

"Of course we are OK. We all know about Youhai and the fallen prince." Fang Zhixin dropped a bomb without any self-awareness.

The group of people following behind her were enjoying the melons with satisfaction, even though they had heard the news on the 500-meter journey here.

But as expected, you still have to eat the melon in person.

brush--! !

The sword was instantly unsheathed and pointed at Lan Xing and others, and there was a hint of murderous intent in Philen's lowered eyes.

He looked up with a smile, but there was not much laughter in his smile: "You know, it seems a bit too much."

A group of people ignored Philen's murderous intent and found places to sit down, just like the aunties in the intelligence gathering department at the village gate, and moved their small stools to sit down.

Song Yuxi even laid out fruits and vegetables, his preparations were so thorough that it was jaw-dropping.

A group of people looked at Soter curiously, and...

The familiar man looking up at the sky behind Soter was the undercover agent.

Undercover Shi Wu looked up at the sky, pretending not to know these people, with a drop of cold sweat running down his forehead.

Boss, this group of people are not easy to deal with. Have you really revealed so much?

Philen glanced at Sote. Did he really reveal so much to Fang Zhixin?

As Soter was being watched intently, veins popped out on his forehead.

"I don't know anything..."

"He didn't say anything~" Fang Zhixin answered first.

Soth's fingers moved slightly, and he suddenly had the urge to crush the guy in front of him to death.

If I say this myself, it's the truth, but when she says it, I can't clear myself of suspicion!

As expected, he heard Shi Wu behind him ask in a low voice: "Boss, did you really say everything?"

Sote's face turned cold: "Put away the suspicion in your eyes, I didn't say that."

Fang Zhixin dragged a small stool and sat between the two of them. The simple stool was out of place with the two gorgeous chairs, but it did not seem abrupt.

"He didn't say anything. He will take the blame later."

Sote suddenly looked at Fang Zhixin: "What did you find out?"

Fang Zhixin: "You faked your death and escaped five years ago. Tianquan was the main force, right?"