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

While saying that they cannot empathize with others, they actually see many problems from their perspective.

What a nice bunch of guys, Philen thought.

He turned his gaze to Fang Zhixin: "What about you, if it were you..."

"Assassination, tripping, whatever method works I'll use." Fang Zhixin turned around and smiled, "Sorry, I don't seem to be a good person."

"It may be possible to take things step by step, but I can't lie low for the sake of the overall situation. In my opinion, the overall situation must be achieved through fighting.

Maintaining the current situation is the worst option. I will change my mind. No matter what method I use, I will find the enemy's weaknesses, extract the essence from them and make use of them for my own benefit, and then strike with thunder. This will be my approach."

Hearing this, everyone who knew that Fang Zhixin had a little black book laughed.

Du Ruo threw a peach to Fang Zhixin: "It suits your style very well, I like it."

After hearing this, Philen laughed heartily. There was nothing else in his laughter but pure happiness. He raised his finger slightly and glanced at the people on Blue Star, then spoke with a genuine smile on his face.

"I like you guys. Bluestar has always been known as a gangster in the interstellar space, which sounds a bit too brainless and rude. Today, I think it's a compliment. You are strong but unconventional, tough but with a gentle spirit. I'm looking forward to fighting with you guys."

There was a fighting spirit in Philen's eyes. He admitted that these people were worthy opponents and worth his expectations.

Fang Zhixin showed the same expression: "That's exactly what we meant!"

"But not now, Lord Philen, don't forget that your good brother is still in dire straits. We'll go to the front row to watch first. Go ahead!"

The girl had one foot on the railing, and then she jumped down like a roc, stepping on the wind and moving forward.

欻——!

Several sounds of breaking wind followed closely, and someone muttering something followed. A group of people had already put away their small stools, and they were very polite and left nothing behind.

"Interesting, so interesting, hahahaha, let's go and see where the story goes next."

The corners of Philen's lips rose, and he looked with a defiant look towards the battlefield where many people were already present.

Beside him, his teammates flexed their fingers, eager to do something.

I always feel envious of those unrestrained people who can do whatever they want regardless of the world's eyes, and fearlessly raise their swords to face the difficulties that block their way. They are really cool.

The sound of breaking wind was heard everywhere, and figures appeared on the battlefield one after another, but Solla's eyes were always on the masked man, and his clenched hands trembled slightly.

Although he couldn't see his true face, his inner intuition was telling him that this person... this person was him!

"You are indeed not dead!"

He took a step forward and asked, "Why don't you take off the mask? Are you afraid sometimes, brother?"

The arguing crowd paused, and Silica suddenly turned around and looked at the masked man with wide eyes.

Soth raised his eyes, his aura rising steadily, the long sword in his hand trembled, and a clear and high-pitched cry burst out, and a cold light condensed on the tip of the sword that was ready to strike.

"You still remember me, Solla!"

The cold blade flashed through Silica's eyes with murderous intent, and collided with another knife, making a sharp hissing sound.

The sparks that flew out stung people painfully. Under the cold light, Solla grinned with an expression of indescribable sarcasm.

"Since you're dead, why bother coming back? Just keep being the coward that you are!"

Soter fired several slashes in quick succession, then easily blocked Solla's attack with a flip of his wrist.

"There is something that must be done, so I must come back."

Solla swung with his sword but was blocked again. He gritted his teeth in anger and uttered impatient syllables. He caught a glimpse of the dazed people of Luoyixing, whose eyes were always focused on the opposite side.

It was always on Soter, and he never got a single cent.

"If you're already dead, don't come out to show off your presence. Why are those people still looking at you now? I'm obviously the heir to the throne of Luo Yixing!"

At one flaw, Soter mercilessly kicked Solla away. The delayed knife light swept across, and the mask on his face shattered.

When that strange yet familiar face came into their eyes, the bodies of the people who lost one star stiffened.

Strange because of the cold look, familiar because of the unique swordsmanship.

"His...His Royal Highness the First Prince..."

It was like a dream, and several people couldn't believe their eyes.

Just as incredulous as they were were the inquiring gazes coming from all directions.

Sote walked towards Solla step by step with steady steps, and the people around him made way for him.

He stood in front of Solla and frowned: "Is this all you have improved?"

"Oh, that's all you want to ask? You still want to lecture me now? You are really wise."

Solla sat on the ground with his back against the rock, coughed out the blood in his mouth, and when he looked up, his expression was full of mockery. He did not struggle, but just looked up at the brother who once taught him gently.

Soter looked down at the man at his feet, his own brother who once admired him so much but also betrayed him.

"why."

"Why did you do these things? Why did you betray me? Why can you talk about sacrifice so easily? I don't remember teaching you this."

Soth unexpectedly calmed down. That kick seemed to have kicked out the murderous intent in his chest, but for some reason he held back at the last moment.

Solla smiled, and his smile pulled his abdominal muscles. He spat out another mouthful of blood, his expression extremely complicated.

There was irony and reluctance, and something indescribable was hidden deep in his eyes.

"Why? Why else? They are all looking at you. Father and mother like you. You are the future of Luoyixing and the one that everyone looks forward to. And I am just a person that no one can see."

"It's painful to only look at your back. It's unbearable to only be called Salt's younger brother."

“So when the opportunity came, I did it. Do you still need to ask why? You always look ahead, always forging ahead, and sometimes look back!

Not everyone supports you, not everyone wants you to live, brother."

The excited voice gradually became hoarse, revealing the not-so-glorious thoughts in his heart.

Solla stood up shakily and picked up the knife beside him: "What are you waiting for? Aren't you going back? Then defeat me... Otherwise, what's the difference between you and before!"

A hand suddenly rested on Salt's shoulder. A middle-aged man stopped Solla from rushing to the opposite side, and then quickly bent down.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Solla, this is not a good place to deal with things. Please go back for now."

Then he looked at Soter, his eyes gleaming with light, "It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, right? His Royal Highness Solla is very emotional, I will take him back one star first, things are complicated, for the Interstellar League, let Duke Silica take over as the leader."