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

"It's not you...you'd better stay away from us..."

Fang Shaoli's voice seemed to come from far away, and every word sounded like fragments blown away by the wind, making it difficult to hear clearly.

Du Ruo's words revealed a deep sense of helplessness and exhaustion, "I know my perception has changed, but I'm sorry, I really can't feel the trust we once had with each other."

These words were like a sharp sword that pierced directly into her heart, and her figure disappeared in the words.

Lu Yuan didn't say anything, he just turned his head quietly and walked away without any hesitation. His back gradually went away in the empty space.

Bai Yuefeng's voice was like melting ice and snow: "Unfortunately, our friendship as teammates ends here."

His voice echoed in the air, as if announcing the end of an era.

Neat short hair covered half of Zhong An's face. She opened her lips slightly, her tone was calm but full of deep fatigue, "Be well with yourselves." This sentence was like a period, bringing this relationship to a complete end.

Then, the sounds around began to become noisy, but quickly disappeared, like the wind blowing over, disappearing without a trace.

Fang Zhixin stretched out his hand and grasped forward, but he could not catch anything. Only his own breathing and heartbeat were deafening, and the dull breath filled his ears.

She stood there, and felt her feet go empty. She began to fall rapidly, and the pure white space instantly turned into empty darkness.

The person on the bed sat up suddenly, breathing rapidly, eyes wide open. Her face was full of fear and anxiety, beads of sweat slid down her forehead and dripped onto the sheets.

After a long while, Fang Zhixin finally heaved a long sigh of relief, his tone full of relief, "So... it was just a dream."

Her eyes were filled with gratitude for the real world and deep fear of the dream world. Her palm was gently placed on her forehead which was covered with cold sweat. At that moment, Fang Zhixin did not know whether to laugh or cry.

“That’s too much.”

She whispered to herself, looking up into the empty air, as if her deepest fears were hidden in that endless void.

Although she was extremely sure in her heart that her teammates would never be that stupid, she still couldn't suppress the fear in her heart. She was afraid that those nightmare scenes would become reality one day, and that everything she had now would disappear in an instant.

Such a dream really makes people feel extremely upset and uneasy.

"What you think about during the day, you dream about at night." She couldn't help but sigh that such nightmares were really terrible.

Fang Zhixin became angrier and angrier, so he got out of bed and put his clothes on.

"Instead of staying here, why not go beat them up? You're playing tricks on my team and messing with my mentality. Tianquan, let me tell you, our feud is about to get bigger!"

She tied her shoelaces very quickly, stuffed the two still unconscious people into the space, and walked out with big strides. The moment the door was opened, a large shadow fell directly over.

Fang Zhixin quickly turned sideways and a group of people fell directly to the ground.

Bai Yuefeng, who was pressed at the bottom, was like a flattened white fluffy blanket. He shouted, "Everyone, get up!"

A group of people stood up in a hurry and stood still. If Fang Zhixin shouted "Stand at attention", it would be a perfect military training scene.

Fang Zhixin glanced at the group of people and fixed his gaze on Du Ruo's messy hair. Her usually smooth hair was now as messy as a bird's nest. The atmosphere around Lu Yuan was so dark that it seemed like mushrooms could grow there.

Fang Shaoli's fingers moved around, he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. Bai Yuefeng was unusually uneasy, and Zhong An held the notes.

Others scratched their heads and laughed foolishly, their toes cramping in embarrassment.

Fang Zhixin raised his head, a fake smile appeared on his lips: "Hey, you are all here, what are you doing, everyone, playing Jenga and reminiscing about your childhood? Or do you feel sorry for yourself and come to me?"

Zhong An said: "We have reversed the process. Although our cognition has not yet recovered, it was indeed us before..."

"Don't apologize."

Several people were stunned, Fang Zhixin sighed and raised his hand to refuse: "You are not wrong, why do you have to apologize, although I am very angry and sad, but forget it.

Anyway, you will recover soon, so just remember to pay for my food for a year."

He waved his hand and was about to go out, but Du Ruo stepped across and stopped him.

"What?" Fang Zhixin tilted his head in confusion.

If Du Ruo is unwilling, won't this person be angry? Why is he still saying such trivial things at this time?

"I said, won't you be angry? I made a mistake in my cognition, not lost my memory. The person I remember would not be like this..."

"forgive me."

Du Ruo was stunned for a long time: "What...what..."

Fang Zhixin smiled bitterly and said, "Please spare me, everyone. Wait until your cognition is restored before fighting. I am also a human being, and I am afraid of things. Now that I see your slightly unfamiliar eyes, I will have nightmares."

She thought speechlessly of the broken dream just now. She decided to interrogate the two people in her hands first, and wait for the senior to help with the rest.

Fang Zhixin took a step forward, but was pulled back by a force. She looked back in confusion.

Fang Shaoli let go of his hand and considered his words carefully: "Are you...running away?"

As soon as he said this, Fang Shaoli seemed to have seen his own final fate, but he still chose to pull Fang Zhixin back.

"I know." Fang Zhixin inserted his five fingers into his hair and pushed it back, brushing away the loose hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes full of indignation, "I'm just running away. Just now, I had a dream. I dreamed that... you told me to get out. It hurts my fucking heart.

Well, running away is useless but it feels good. I don’t want to see your strange eyes, and I don’t have the energy to fight with you. I’m afraid, I’m afraid that if I fight, it will be all over.”

Fang Zhixin spoke frankly about his fear. He was afraid because he cherished her, and he was afraid that his small actions would lead to irreversible consequences.

It would be fine if my own cognition had also been changed, and I could beat these guys up without restraint, but now I don’t dare to do that.

Fang Zhixin spread his hands and said, "Don't worry, I have called professionals over. You will recover soon. Let's fight again later."

A slight estrangement created a distance between them, and those who watched Fang Zhixin go away felt extremely uncomfortable.

At times like this, understanding is more frustrating than being unreasonable.

Fang Zhixin found a quiet place and began to think about the next strategy. The enemy had carefully prepared a weapon to divide them. If he did not fight back, wouldn’t it be a waste of the stage he had built?

"Xiao An, do these two people have any other information? I was planning to end the Star League first and then deal with Tianquan, but I didn't expect them to give me a big one. Don't even think about living in peace."

Xiao An: "Don't be afraid, Zhixin, we are all here. These two guys are assassins trained by Tianquan. They are often sent to cut off those forces and teams that hinder Tianquan.

The people and teams they target will eventually part ways unhappily and lose the power to fight against Tianquan.

The original target of Lost Joy this time was Abra, and they were going to assassinate her, but they were temporarily transferred here, and another person, Holly, was sent here to divert your emotions, just to divide you."