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

Kihara frankly admitted that his heart was deeply touched.

Before, he was like a mayfly without a place to stay, floating aimlessly in the river of life, like a ghost wandering in the world. He seemed honest and simple on the surface, but in fact he was just muddling through, day after day, year after year.

However, at an unexpected moment, he regained the glory he had lost and got rid of the nightmare that had plagued him for a long time. His knot was finally untied, although he decided not to work for the Star Alliance anymore and had submitted his resignation letter.

He longed to act on his own will and do the things that he and his comrades had always wanted to accomplish.

He straightened his chest and said with a firm look, "Let's go. No matter what happens, I will bear all the consequences."

This is not only a commitment to himself, but also a persistent pursuit of his former comrades and those unfinished business.

Su Muqu quietly walked behind him and gave a serious warning: "Brother, listen to my advice. You can't afford it."

The tone was so confident, as if he had foreseen the future, which made Mu Yuan feel dizzy.

He smiled innocently and said, "I am at least a high-ranking ninth-level admiral. I can handle most situations."

Muhara pulled at the square hat on his head, straightened his back, propped up his neat military uniform, and restrained the smile on his face. Looking from the side, one could still glimpse the iron-blooded Muhara who was once famous in the ancient star sea.

"Let's go when you're ready. We've been delayed here long enough."

Thus, the port was reopened and everyone set out on their journey. In the quiet atmosphere, white mist slowly rose, and the heavy biting sounds of machinery could be faintly heard from the unclear interior.

That was the sound of the space elevator starting up. In order to prevent port congestion and resist external invasion, the port was jointly developed by the Gifted and the Interstellar Mechanical Club to build an exposed space elevator.

It is usually hidden on the ground and no one can see it. It can only be started after the information is entered and confirmed by the relevant personnel of the garrison base.

The platform under my feet moved, and the feeling of weightlessness came suddenly. Soon the white mist dissipated and the vision became clear.

In the broad view, the port seemed to be cut open, and looking down from above, it looked like worker ants carrying machinery to mend the seams.

Fang Zhixin touched his nose. The piercing mark must have been left by her. She was so angry at the time that she only focused on killing the two men and forgot to apologize.

"I'm so sorry, the cost of the repairs should be borne by us."

"Hahaha, you mean this slash." Mu Yuan shook his head, "You don't have to bear the responsibility. Tianquan assassins infiltrated the league and caused huge losses to the port and base. This is the dereliction of duty of the Interstellar League. They should compensate."

Fang Zhixin was stunned: "But this is...I played it. Can the Star League be so kind as to compensate me?"

"Hmm? It was clearly the damage caused by Tianquan assassins. I saw it with my own eyes."

Mu Yuan blinked symbolically, and Fang Zhixin and others understood immediately.

The garrison base has always been at odds with the Interstellar League. Now such a good opportunity is before them. On one side is someone who helps them bring back their comrades and whom they like, and on the other side is the extremely annoying Tianquan assassin. It is obvious which one to choose.

The Interstellar League was left speechless and had no choice but to take the blame and pay the relevant expenses.

Crossing the corridor that winds around the gray sea of ​​stars, the view is wide and the anchored warships are neatly arranged.

In addition to the warships, there were also a bunch of people walking around, chatting and laughing with their companions, describing something in vivid detail, and one could tell from their arrogant expressions that they were bragging.

There was even a warship belching thick smoke and rumbling down, and a group of people ran out from it cursing, attracting everyone's attention.

"Hold on, get ready to go."

Retracting their curious gazes, several people quickly followed Muhara. The battleship started smoothly, the hull slowly rose, and a blue tail flame was dragged at the tail, heading towards the depths of the ancient star sea.

Inside the battleship, Mu Yuan stood in front of the operating table. The person behind him had a soothing expression, as if a circle of warm flowers appeared around them.

A smooth start is such a simple happiness.

Only Lu Yuan felt drowsy, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably: "It's a bit slow."

Fang Zhixin slapped Lu Yuan from behind, hitting him on the back. Lu Yuan bounced off and woke up instantly.

"Why are you sleeping? Let's discuss what to do next."

Lu Yuan touched his back with his backhand and it didn’t hurt.

Bai Yuefeng came over, put his arm around him and walked forward: "We have something important to do, you can drive next time, this time, let Admiral Kihara take care of it."

Several people surrounded Lu Yuan, and each of them spoke to him, trying to prevent his attention from drifting to the operating table.

It’s so hard to have such a comfortable flying experience, we can’t ruin it.

There was a hint of doubt in Lu Yuan's eyes. He was not a devil. Seeing that his teammates were in such a good mood, he naturally would not insist on driving the battleship himself.

"Do I look...that unreasonable?"

Du Ruo waved his hands in front of his face and said, "You are not unreasonable, you are just too excited and can't be pulled back, so let's discuss the next course of action."

Lu Yuan shrugged: "Okay."

Mu Yuan, who was sitting in front of the operating table, folded his arms and looked at the people sitting in a circle. He listened with interest to the young people's wild ideas and watched them play and fight.

Listening to their outrageous but feasible plan, I nodded with satisfaction..., with satisfaction...

What a relief!

Blow up the demon's nest, throw something in and run away, move the battlefield after getting resources, don't try to kill them, just want to make them sleep uneasy.

When the enemy is sleeping, I stab him; when the enemy is chasing me, I run away; when the enemy is roaring, I applaud. I cannot kill you, but I will never let you have an easy time.

Mu Yuan tried to bring up this topic several times, but it was always glossed over. The group of people talked about how to conduct a quick blitzkrieg, how to escape from the siege of the Space-Time Demon God, and how to blow up the battleship and run away.

Mu Yuan's forehead twitched when he heard this.

No matter how long the journey is, there is always an end; no matter how outrageous the plan is, there will always be people who are eager to implement it. At this moment, Mu Yuan was looking at the pure gray sea of ​​stars and the scattered land that was vaguely visible in the distance and occupied the entire field of vision, and he just felt a little dreamy.

Fang Zhixin raised his hand and looked at the other side. Fang Shaoli's eyes moved slightly. Looking from bottom to top, he could not see the so-called sky, let alone the universe.

At first glance, the land floating under the misty fairy fog looks like a divine island. As far as the eye can see, there are ruined floating continents.

Looking upwards, there is also an inverted continent, densely packed together, like floating clouds, except that these clouds are full of demons. Further inward is an unreachable restricted area.