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

And she didn't get any response from Shi. Was it because the person in front of her did something?

"I cut off the flow of time, and you indeed won't get a response." Ming replied calmly.

The blue eyes moved inorganically, staring at the person in front of him without any emotion.

Fang Zhixin: ………

"I can't read your mind and I don't know what you are thinking."

Fang Zhixin: …………?

"I just know what you are going to say next. I read what you are going to say from the future time."

Fang Zhixin was completely numb. Okay, okay, she didn't say a word, but this person knew what she wanted to say, so why should she continue talking.

Ming frowned again: "Why don't you speak?"

Fang Zhixin faked a smile: Because I want to embarrass you, do you believe it?

"........."

After a moment's silence, Ming, who couldn't understand the human thought process, made a guess. Maybe he shouldn't interrupt her again and again?

"Go ahead, I won't interrupt you."

There was another long silence. Ming lost his patience and pointed his sharp nails at the black-haired girl in front of him.

In silence, Fang Zhixin was also speculating that this person was very sensitive to the power of time and could even detect the movements of the hour.

Able to cut off the power of time, and to obtain information I haven't mentioned, blue eyes...

Could it be that... the demon god of time and space has become a spirit?

Thinking of this, Fang Zhixin stepped back suddenly, and then a hand came with it, with sharp nails that seemed able to pierce into the vital vein of the neck at any time and take his life.

Fang Zhixin swung the knife, the harsh friction sound exploded in his ears. He blocked the sharp fingertips that were stabbing at him, turned over and retreated backwards, his black eyes bursting with deep murderous intent.

"You are the demon god of time and space!"

Ming took his hand back and rolled his eyes nonchalantly: "Yes, I am the Demon God of Time and Space, you can call me Ming."

He glanced at the tiny cracks on his hand and looked up at the alert human. The black-haired girl was reflected in the center of his blue pupils, and silver-white lines flowed around his eyes. Behind the girl, an illusory river of time spread out.

There is heavy fog in front of where he stands, and the branches behind him are interwoven into a large network. Every node reveals his past experiences, and there are many shadows above.

Similar female outlines were vaguely sketched, some in their teenage years, some in their youth, each reflected on the back of the person in front of them.

The river keeps flowing, going back and forward again to explore the moment of its origin.

Just like an old projector, the film recording the past is turning, and scenes begin to play backwards. When he first arrived in the interstellar space, he caused trouble, then stepped into a parallel time and space to reflect the reality, and then he was found and inherited the position of the young master, and then passed through the silent period of disguise and moved forward.

Back to the first moment of birth, several times and spaces overlap and the people are complicated.

But the strange thing is that the soul mark that was being pursued did not disappear, which means that this is not the starting point of this person, nor the place where the soul was born.

Out of curiosity, Ming continued to look forward to find out where the original beginning was.

Continue to move forward along the long river of time, continue to move forward following the never-ending light, and there is nothingness at the end.

Just when Ming was about to continue, the long river of time belonging to Fang Zhixin shook, and something suddenly erupted from downstream.

A pair of golden eyes suddenly opened, and the dazzling gilded color seemed to watch the flickering of all things in the world, and seemed to be looking at the person who came as if examining him.

After a while, a voice that understood everything sounded: "Explore the long river of time, trace back to the source, huh... go back."

A light flashed in the golden eyes, bouncing Ming's gaze out of the long river of time, refusing to be peeped.

Ming suddenly closed his eyes and felt his eyes sore. The unfinished words echoed in his ears. Most of the second half of the sentence was unclear, which surprised him greatly.

Logically speaking, when he traced the beginning of Fang Zhixin's life, it should be the moment of his birth, but it was obviously not that.

The past cannot be fathomed, and the future is also a fog. Except for the short-term future that can be clearly seen in the long river of time in a short period of time, everything else is unknown.

Moreover, in the long river of time, why are there things that we cannot control? What are those unfinished words?

The moment Ming was bounced out, Fang Zhixin suddenly heard Xiaokong's voice.

"Zhi Xin, use the space barrier to detect. This person is looking at your timeline. He can see all the time you have experienced. Be careful."

When Ming raised his head, he saw a pair of golden eyes, exactly the same as the existence at the end of the long river of time. No, it should be said that it was a pair of eyes.

But the one in front of me is still a little immature.

"The sound and space of all things, the gift of parallel time and space, the original talent is a time traveler, the origin cannot be found, the future cannot be seen..."

Fang Zhixin looked at the person who was muttering to himself warily. Uh no, demon god, uh... forget it, god knows what this thing is, it’s better to kill it first.

It happened in a flash. Fang Zhixin raised his knife and jumped to slash. A huge blade emerged and he started to slash through space!

The fierce light surged, forming a dazzling sun that swallowed Ming, but stopped abruptly three centimeters away from Ming's head.

Time stands still.

Without any hesitation, Fang Zhixin turned around and spread her arms. The space was compressed and condensed, and the surrounding scenes seemed to be shrunk and gathered together. She smashed towards Ming according to the compressed space, like a collision of stars.

Ming finally raised his hand, and in the slowed-down time, Fang Zhixin could see the protruding joints on that hand and the rich power of time on his fingers.

The first collision of time and space was like two parallel lines that were kicked hard by someone and then ruthlessly intersected, colliding at the intersection to form a coordinate axis that divided the world.

Then it was destroyed in Fang Zhixin's hands. The compressed space was corrupted by time, and the space on the other side collapsed. The chaotic space tore apart the flowing time, just like every vertical coordinate axis would be cut in half by a horizontal coordinate axis.

Eventually, it forms a mess of fragmented time and space.

The regions are not organized into regions, and the clocks are swinging back and forth, just like a broken down building or a clock that is swinging randomly, and they have no future.

After a few collisions, Fang Zhixin was shocked. There is no way to go back in time, and the stagnation of time is also a targeted stagnation. If the time and space demons they had dealt with before were rich second-generations who had money but only knew how to squander it.

Now, he has become an elite who knows how to invest and operate.

Ming raised his head to avoid the huge blade, and pressed down with one hand. A giant hand that covered the sky fell from the sky to block the chopped down giant blade.

Finally, Fang Zhixin gave up unnecessary movements and raised his elbow to directly hit Ming. As expected, Ming, who had little combat experience, fell into a disadvantage in the fight of fighting skills.

He stabbed upwards, thrust forward, and turned all the enormous strength into the initial melee. The spinning blade began to dance again, and he kicked towards Ming like a ghostly figure.