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

The vast sea of ​​stars in the universe is so silent and dark that it seems as if not a single ray of light can penetrate.

The major warships set sail again, and the battlefield, which had been silent for several days, was once again brutally crushed.

In the gray and silent universe, several time and space demons lay together. On the floating land around them, countless demons were roaring hysterically.

The demons born from the demon of time and space are like deformed mutations caused by overnutrition. They only have the desire to satisfy their hunger. They represent the most primitive impulse of life, absorbing nutrients and devouring vitality to strengthen themselves.

The besieged demon god of time and space exhaled a hurricane ferociously, causing a wave of destruction.

Although the warships represented by the six major forces in the surrounding area cannot be said to be clearly divided, obvious boundaries can still be seen. The warships lined up in groups are like flashing warning lights. No matter what their different purposes are, at least at this moment they look like a group.

But apparently, the rising stars don't think so.

An imposing figure walked step by step to the observation deck of the battleship. Philen placed his right hand on the hilt of the knife, raised his chin slightly, and cast his sharp gaze on the people sent by the Speaker.

Tihama and others took a deep breath and looked serious.

Then, under their vigilant gazes, Philen withdrew his gaze and a subtle curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

It seems like a smile but not a smile, and it seems like a mockery but not a mockery.

Flo walked over with graceful steps, Gray and Soter walked forward without looking around, and Paddy was only concerned with his own flowers.

Ignore, completely ignore.

This made Tihama's heart sink into despair. Even if he wanted to go up shamelessly, he would not have any chance.

Following the eerie faces, a man wrapped in a black robe spoke quietly:

"You are so young. Your likes and dislikes are all written on your face. This look of confidence makes me sick every time I see it."

Tihama glanced at the cloaked man and warned him in a low voice: "Shile, you have died once. If you still have this arrogant mentality, your resurrection will be worthless."

The voice of the man under the cloak was distorted for a moment: "Shut up!"

"Don't mention Hama like that. If you resurrect him, he will naturally have his own ideas. Besides... we don't know whether the Blue Star man is alive or dead yet. Maybe he has already died in an unknown place." Only one person came to persuade him kindly.

"Ha, what a naive idea." Shile sneered.

The smiles of the people around Tihama froze: "Lost joy, died once, and died like a disease? You want to criticize everything?"

Shile thought of the blade that tore his body apart and recalled the pair of icy gilded eyes. His body shuddered unconsciously and his face turned ashen.

He was actually afraid, afraid of that person, afraid of that group of people. It was disgusting.

Shile endured the strong acid reflux in his stomach and said, "You should be thankful that you didn't run into that group of people."

Tihama raised his hand impatiently to interrupt Shile's words, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

When he went on a mission with Dongqing before, both of them had teleportation scrolls in their hands, but they still died without any trace. It was obvious at a glance that the two of them underestimated the enemy.

"My Lord has told us to respect the people of Blue Star. Shile, don't make excuses for your carelessness. That's lame.

Let’s not talk about the past anymore. My Lord didn’t resurrect you just to let you fight us. Sink the so-called rising star to the bottom of the cruel sea of ​​stars. Is that okay? ”

As Tihama spoke, he looked at Shile, and deliberately emphasized the word "adult", warning Shile what to do at the moment.

As a person who was secretly resurrected, he always has to show a certain value. When facing a new team that was established not long ago, Shile's talent is a sure kill.

Of course, the premise is that it can work.

Lost joy disappeared silently into the darkness.

In front of him where his sight was focused, Philen shouted in a deep and stern voice.

"I'm warning you all in advance. We don't need your help. If anyone comes forward without knowing what's good for them, don't blame us for being rude!"

As soon as the words fell, several clusters of bright light pierced through the sky and earth. A strange vision emerged, carrying an all-encompassing attack, with a knife pointing at the demon god of time and space.

Although the light of stars is small, they always sparkle brightly in the night sky. No one can ignore their existence, and no one can underestimate the brilliance they emit.

Huge energy fluctuations spread outward, turning into ripples that swept away the warships that were gathering around them. The burst of energy instantly forced back all the onlookers.

The members of the College Union all felt their scalps tingling and their faces burning hot, as the hot blood surged up and filled their cheeks.

"Rising Star, you are really handsome, keep it up!"

One, two, three...

Groups of young men rushed onto the deck, with their hands on their burning cheeks, shouting loudly: "Go, Nova! Beat them up!"

In a corner inside the consortium union, Lan Qi, hidden in the shadows, was sipping coffee. If it weren't for his blue hair, no one would have seen him.

The black man was completely integrated into the shadows. Even so, some people subconsciously ignored him, and then were shocked when they saw that there was another person here.

Lan Qi rolled his eyes speechlessly. Why was he so startled? He was just a little tanned, not ugly.

He looked at the big screen inside the exhibition hall and felt a little worried. More than ten days had passed since Fang Zhixin called Luo An away. During these ten days, these guys seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Nothing really happened, did it?

While he was thinking, a shadow blocked his sight. When he looked up, he saw a man and a woman.

The boy is holding a cat with slightly long hair, while the girl looks friendly.

The woman took the lead in extending her hand, blinking her eyes, and introducing herself in a friendly manner: "Hello, I'm Ji Yuanhe."

The man holding the cat smiled: "Hello, I'm Han Ting."

"Ahem, Lanqi."

Under the covert observation of others, the three of them seemed like strangers meeting for the first time, and then they quickly became old friends.

Han Ting coughed dryly and deliberately raised his voice: "Really, Brother Lan Qi, have you also heard of Su Guang?"

The bustling consortium union hall suddenly lowered its voice, and Lan Qi clearly felt more attention being paid.

He glanced at the two people in front of him who were flawless, and once again sighed that the people of Blue Star really knew how to deal with things.

"Yes, I believe you have heard more. After all, Su Guang has publicly expressed his great interest in your Blue Star."

Hearing this, Ji Yuanhe frowned, his words full of bitterness: "Suguang has always been mysterious, and that statement ended in vain. I have never seen anyone who has seen Suguang.

We thought it was an opportunity..."

Han Ting cooperated with the sigh, perfectly interpreting the feeling of powerlessness of seeking opportunities for development and missing them.

Lan Qi was speechless. If he hadn’t known that these two people were in charge of the Tracing Light project, he would have believed it!