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

A few seconds ago, Fang Zhixin and others broke into the Space-Time Demon God. A torrent of darkness swept in. It was the Space-Time Demon God healing itself. The wriggling flesh was growing wildly. Light was seeping in, as if something was watching.

Feeling the changes around him, Du Ruo's feet went numb, every nerve in his body was clamoring, and even his sanity seemed fragile.

"What the hell is this!"

The situation was urgent and Fang Zhixin only had time to glance back, but this one glance almost made her go crazy on the spot.

"What could it be? It's looking down at the wound, trying to stop the bleeding and roughly eliminate the risk factors!"

Bai Yuefeng fiercely chiseled the flesh wall, trying to ignore the fear lingering in his heart, and spoke quickly: "Don't be picky at this time, what on earth does it want to do!"

Fang Zhixin took a deep breath and said, "It's simple. A person who has been stabbed has a wound infected with bacteria. What is the best way to deal with it?"

"Excision..." Lu Yuan answered confusedly.

"Yes, the guy was bending over his wound, planning to perform a rough surgery on himself to eliminate us."

A very easy to understand metaphor, but it is creepy. The fear that exceeds the psychological threshold makes one's scalp tingle.

Everyone moved faster. Even though they had killed many space-time demon gods before, they knew clearly that these guys on the other side were not on the same level as the space-time demon gods they had killed before.

If those killed before were only the gluttons who snuck out of the group and the idlers in society, then those killed here are the elite individuals who are organized and disciplined.

Otherwise, who would give themselves an operation?

I thought of a giant bend over with his eyes open, looking at the wounds on his body, and then weaving out a needle, thread and scalpel to roughly suture the wounds and cut out the necrotic flesh.

Several people felt a chill on the top of their heads.

Just when the light was about to appear, a huge force came from behind.

The giant hand holding Mu Yuan pierced through the bodies of his companions. The lingering power of time and space instantly disrupted the group of people, pushing them to different points in time, and then ruthlessly pulled out his hand.

The companion who was performing surgery with a needle and thread looked confused. The blood was pouring out like a flood that submerged several continents. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What are you doing? You can't see me while I'm operating. I'll cut them out in no time."

The huge figure shook off the blood on his hands, and as if picking up a puzzle, he reached out and picked up several pieces of blood-stained continents on his companion's body, put them into other places to clean them, and then put them back in place.

"No need. The other side sent me a message just now, asking me to let them in."

The Space-Time Demon God, who had a big hole in his body, wiped a handful of blood and found something to plug the bleeding area.

"Ah? Aren't you not allowing humans to enter? Even though those people were quite strong just now, we can stop them here even if we fight to the death. Let's wait for reinforcements to arrive."

"I don't know. It should be Ming's idea. It was also his idea to contact humans before. This time he asked me to disrupt their time. I really don't know what he wants to do."

"Why bother with so much? Give me some strength first. That punch of yours almost killed me. You have to pay for it."

Deep on the other side, a blue pupil reflected several scattered tracks. If someone looked down from the air, they would find that the giant blue pupil was surrounded by silver lines.

The huge eyes slowly closed, the fog spread and then dissipated, and a slender male figure walked out of the fog, with messy short gray hair and silver lines around his deep blue eyes.

The clothes are revealing. It can be said that she has no concept of wearing clothes at all. She dislikes the cumbersome clothes of humans. There is only scarce fabric hanging on her body, and the rest of her body is covered with mysterious patterns.

Although his body was colorful, he looked dead and desolate.

"Ming, humans are cunning and sly, be careful."

"If you can't get the answer you want this time, just kill me. Your existence cannot be exposed yet."

Several deep voices sounded, and the man called Ming, or the demon god of time and space, raised his head, his cold gaze fixed on a figure, then he took a step and traveled a thousand miles in an instant.

Only three words were floating in the air.

"I see."

The moment several people were knocked away, they had a familiar feeling, the same feeling of being divided as the previous time and space channel.

Fang Zhixin only had time to mark a few people and stuff the two seized metal objects into the hands of others.

"The time may be disrupted, but I have made some marks. Everyone, remember to look up the coordinates given by the Spacetime Administration and hurry up to reunite..."

A minute later, the silent earth welcomed an uninvited guest. A stream of light smashed into the ground, creating a deep pit.

After a while, a hand grasped the edge of the deep pit and a person climbed out.

"I give in. This tactic of disrupting time and dividing teammates is really a tried and tested one."

Fang Zhixin patted his clothes and shook off the dirt on his head. He was not hurt, but he was just holding his breath.

After she had tidied herself, she began to look around, taking in everything around her.

The sky was grey, the ground was grey, still the same hue, with a faint sense of death, not as heavy and heart-pounding as darkness, but more likely to make people despair than swords.

Seeing all this only had one thought.

"If there is an afterlife, this would be it."

Desolate is not enough to describe its monotony and loneliness, and silence is not enough to describe the fear that rises in my heart, as if I see the end of life at a glance, just endless gray.

"Doesn't it look good?"

Ming looked at the endless gray sky, stood behind the black-haired girl, and asked quietly.

Fang Zhixin suddenly turned around, took a few steps back, and looked up at the direction where the strange voice came from.

Not far from her, a flashy man was standing. Yes, it can only be said to be flashy. His body was covered with lines and there were silver lines around his eyes.

If she had encountered it in her daily life, she would have stopped and looked at it with appreciation, but now...

The time is wrong, the place is wrong, and the person is even more wrong.

"who are you?"

Fang Zhixin did not answer the stranger's question, but asked in return, his mind extremely alert. How could there be humans other than them in such a place?

Hours? Can you find out the information of the person in front of you?

Sensing the flow of the power of time, Ming frowned: "What are you doing? Why can the power of time be mobilized by you?"

The lines around his eyes flowed, as if he had seen something. Combined with the information he had received from the tribe, he quickly spoke to himself: "Time and Space Administration, Voice of All Things, interesting talent."

Fang Zhixin opened his mouth without saying a word. For the first time, he felt how other people felt when facing him. This was their first meeting, so where did he get the information about this person?