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

The two men were in a stalemate and the atmosphere became tense for a while, but Soter's sudden entry broke the spectator's situation.

The forces watching in secret were ready to make a move, and a sense of oppression like a storm was about to come swept over them, and everyone suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

Silica was keenly aware of something unusual. Although Solla was a bit arrogant on weekdays, he would never lose his composure like this. Now his state was completely wrong. Was it because of the masked man who suddenly appeared?

While the two teams were confronting each other, Fang Zhixin, who was far away, scooped a piece of watermelon with a spoon and put it into his mouth, enjoying the show.

"I told you to eat melons at the frontier." She chewed the melon and looked at Ferren beside her. "This Solla looks stupid. How can he beat the honeycomb coal?"

She also explained in a friendly way: "Oh, honeycomb coal refers to Soter."

Fei Lun looked at Fang Zhixin with dissatisfaction: "Can you put away your melon? This is not a vegetable market. Can you act like a representative of the planet?"

The people of Blue Star tilted their heads quietly. Is there a rule that planet representatives cannot eat melons?

Facing a group of people with big hearts, no, facing a group of people without conscience, Philen took a deep breath, maintained his composure and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

He replied, "As a prince, the most basic etiquette is a compulsory course. Solla is not a brainless person. He should have realized something instinctively by now."

"You rashly threw Sote onto the battlefield, which was even more mindless. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, none of you can think of leaving here today."

"I'm not in the habit of leaving unstable factors alone."

Hearing the seriousness and threat in Philen's words, Fang Zhixin was not angry or unhappy. He just put down the fruit in his hand and scratched his head in distress.

To be fair, Philen's pride comes from his strength. His temperament carries the majesty of a royal noble, and his tactics are ruthless enough. He is famous on Lanwei Star and in the interstellar space. He can get along well with people he likes, and he is extremely loyal to his brothers.

He is a trustworthy friend and a perfectly qualified king; such a person should be proud.

But, the wolf-like gazes around me make me feel uncomfortable.

Fang Zhixin looked up at this perfect man, pondered for a moment, and considered his words.

"Do you think that I can really throw Soter out if he doesn't want to? Although I haven't seen what kind of person Soter is before, he has been hiding for too long now. A knife hidden in the shadows will rust."

"I just pushed him."

At this point, Fang Zhixin paused and said with a smile: "Of course, I took a little revenge by the way."

"As for Youhai, we have a common enemy. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. So, my friend, do you have any questions?"

"You are quite good at talking, but you didn't seem to answer my question." Philon didn't bother beating around the bush and asked directly, "How do you know so much information? What is your purpose in coming here?"

Fang Zhixin spoke without hesitation: "The source of the information is my secret, it is not convenient to tell, as for the biggest purpose..."

"Watch a show."

Several voices answered in unison.

The word "absurd" flashed through their minds, and Fearon and his teammates were stunned. Watching a show?

Watch a play???

What the hell kind of reason is this!

"We're not being perfunctory." Fang Zhixin seemed to know what Fei Lun wanted to say and spoke first, "We are indeed here to watch the show. If you ask why, it's because we have nothing to do."

Even though Philen's brain was powerful, it froze for a moment. In his mind, the option of just sitting back and watching the show did not exist.

Not only him, any mature commander would not have such an idea which is too everyday and too ordinary.

An idea so ordinary that it stands out in high-end games and is a sick idea.

Philen was used to thinking in a purpose- and result-oriented way, and suddenly he met a casual guy who showed up and said he was there to watch a show, and his coherent thinking was stuck.

Just like a catwalk show with a simple and high-end style, a middle-aged woman in a flowery jacket suddenly bursts in, walking across the bright and beautiful stage with a fruit basket in her arms.

Not only does it make people's eyes bright, but it also makes people's eyes dark.

Fearon pressed his bulging temples. Once he accepted the idea that these guys were just there to watch the show, everything started to make sense.

The small stool that was brought over, the melon in the hand, and the act of throwing Soter away all had explanations.

But it was precisely because he had the answer that Feren felt even more uncomfortable. Compared to the blue star people who were leisurely watching the show, he was like an adult who was full of calculations after thinking deeply.

It gives the illusion that a dark mushroom is exposed to the sun.

"Damn...you guys are sick..."

Everyone:…………

"If normal, ordinary hobbies are considered a disease, then we do have one."

Fang Zhixin took a bite of the melon and looked at the confusing scene. His black eyes were like clear lake water. Even though he was in a vortex full of psychological battles and conspiracies, he didn't want to change his mind at all.

The other Blue Star people were the same, they were chatting with their teammates with a smile, which was very different from the people from all parties who were calculating how to gain the greatest benefits.

Philen suddenly developed some interest in this reborn planet.

He asked: "If, if you were in Soter's position, what would you do?"

"Hmm..." The people on the small benches were thinking, what would they do?

"Those who interfere with military operations and take advantage of national interests are parasites and should be cleaned out," Lu Yuan replied.

Fang Shaoli spread his hands and said, "Sote's method is probably the best solution, we can take it step by step, but I still prefer to go straight to the door.

As for that brother, he who doesn't take human life seriously should be put in the most dangerous place to let him know that in the face of death, everything is equal. "

Bai Yuefeng didn't think about anything at all: "Of course I will fight back with my brothers, but we are not the parties involved after all. It's easy to say that we can empathize with them, but basically no one can do it."

Zhong An nodded: "I think my choice should be the same as Soter's. I will lie dormant and collect evidence, and control the situation at the top level. When war breaks out, the people below will always suffer."

Du Ruo shrugged: "My teammates have said everything they should say. Although Soter seems to care nothing and is not easy to mess with, we know that he is a rare and wise successor."

He is so wise that he wants to save his people even when he is betrayed, wearing a mask.

The answers from the others were similar, and Philen was surprised. These people did not think that Sote was difficult to get along with because of his gloomy face, nor were they unhappy because of Sote's occasional suspicion, nor did they hide their confusion towards Sote after learning the truth.