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

In fact, they had a lot of questions they wanted to ask, but they didn't know how to start or where to ask.

what?

Where are you from, how did you get here, what happened just now, what have you experienced in the past few days, how are the points of the Space-Time Demon God calculated?

"Ahem, it seems that something big has happened on the field. I wonder why everyone from Blue Star has suddenly come here?"

In the silence, a voice attracted many eyes.

Tihama glanced at the few people and smiled politely: "First, allow me to introduce myself. I am Tihama, and I currently work for the Interstellar Alliance. You may not know that His Highness Philen and others have clearly stated that no one is allowed to interfere in this battle."

Philen raised his eyes and looked sharply at Tihama who was trying to sow discord between us. He was really trying to find any opportunity to stir up conflict between us.

Fang Zhixin looked at Feilun and the others, scratched his head, and said bluntly: "Ah, so that's the case. Sorry, this is an unexpected incident. I have just taken away the power of time. How about we give you some more points?"

Philen chuckled and glanced in the direction of Tihama. He knew without even looking that Tihama's face must be livid at this moment.

Thinking of this, his mood became very wonderful: "No, since it was an accident, there is no need to apologize."

Gray said generously: "If Paddy doesn't mind, I can give you some points."

Paddy walked over and looked at the crowd of strangers curiously, shaking the small flower in his hand. If plants had expressions, then this flower must be smiling.

Paddy pulled a hand out, adjusted his glasses and said, "I don't mind, and neither does Xiaohua."

Tihama, who was standing at a distance and watching, suddenly drooped his lips. What does that mean? They can divide points, but we can't?

They both entered last, which is equivalent to the same behavior of picking peaches. Is this double standard?!

Veins bulged on Tihama's hands, and the alloy railing he was holding deformed. He looked at Philen and the others with condemnation, as if he was looking at a few hypocritical dogs.

His gaze suddenly shifted to Shile, who had lost an arm, and reminded him.

Either play a starting role or return in disgrace!

At this moment, Shile felt like a sheep surrounded by wolves, with pairs of sharp eyes staring at him all the time. How could he possibly use his talent?

But after being resurrected, he was unable to do anything. Not long after he came back to life, he confronted the culprit who killed him. The chaos he had expected for the team did not occur at all.

Just like a jumping clown, this realization made Shile's face extremely distorted.

He looked at Fang Zhixin with hatred. This person had never changed his mind before. Should he...

Ming glanced at Shile calmly: "What a naive idea."

A group of people stared at Shile, eager to try out the talents in their hands.

Just when Fang Shaoli and others couldn't help but take action, Fang Zhixin suddenly turned his head, just like a horror movie clip suddenly inserted into an everyday TV drama, which was disjointed and made people shudder.

"Isn't this... the dangerous element that attacked the garrison base?" Fang Zhixin exclaimed, even covering his mouth exaggeratedly.

He took three steps back, pointed his finger straight at Shile, and then his whole arm began to tremble: "Weren't you killed by Admiral Kihara? Why are you here?"

Fang Zhixin stopped talking, but the people watching outside broke out in cold sweats.

What does it mean, what does it mean to be killed?

Could it be that this person has come back from the dead?

Shile lowered his head and put on a sarcastic smile. “Go on, as long as you keep talking about my talent, you will be in big trouble.”

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

Mu Yuan, who was chatting with Xing Wu and others after returning to the garrison base, was suddenly poked. He looked at Fang Zhixin strangely. Shouldn't he reveal this person's origins?

Noticing Mu Yuan's doubts, Fang Zhixin shook his head quietly.

It's not the right time. Exposing the lost talent at this time will only cause panic among the people and will do more harm than good to the current situation.

She looked in the direction of Tihama and the others, a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes.

A good calculation.

If the perception of one of the princes were changed today, even for just a moment, as long as some way could be found to make them appear at odds in public, the so-called rising star would be completely dragged into the wet quagmire.

What's worse, it will affect the relationship between the major planets. Behind every person there are countless people supporting them, and this huge amount of support will become a sharp knife used by people with ulterior motives.

Fang Zhixin looked at the huge projection device. This device was currently connected to countless eyes, and countless people were watching the development of events through it.

To put it simply, if Philen and Soter had a quarrel at this moment, they would not even use swords to fight, they would just have a disagreement.

What will the people of Lanwei Star think? They will have a negative impression of the eldest prince who lost one star. Even if Feilun explains it himself later, there will still be people who say that "everyone is drunk but I am sober" and that it was a forced act.

What about losing one star? People would think that Fearon was arrogant, and even if Sote explained it himself, it would not change their impression of each other, but in fact, they had a really good relationship.

If this... person who came back from the dead really succeeds, the result is self-evident.

"Tsk, this is such a tricky thing." Fang Zhixin exclaimed.

Ming retracted his gaze: "Your choice is correct."

He saw another direction, a scene where Fang Zhixin exposed his talent for lost happiness and guided the public to think.

In that picture.

Fang Zhixin spoke frankly about the pros and cons. His straightforward and bold words were like layers of traps, a series of punches that made the Speaker's faction in the distance feel dizzy and tinnitus.

Tihama completely crushed the alloy railing in his hand, with an expression of unremovable anger and murderous intent between his brows.

"This person knows too much and is too smart. We can't let her continue to speculate. Interrupt her!"

Those who received the order quickly hid in the darkness.

Three seconds later, a questioning voice sounded: "How can you be sure that his talent is to change cognition and come back to life? There should be a limit to nonsense."

Someone else retorted: "Why do you care so much? Anyway, what my sister Fang said is right, just listen to it."

Suddenly someone noticed something was wrong.

"You are a hater, your sarcasm is too obvious."

"What's wrong? Isn't what my sister Fang said the truth? You brainless people should listen to her. Am I wrong?"

.........

In that scene, human desires are mottled and complex, a tone of panic and anxiety covers everything, and public opinion is like a quagmire, dragging several people down.

Fortunately, Fang Zhixin did not choose to do so.

Fang Zhixin glanced at Shile who was expecting something, and Ming who seemed to have seen something.

"Don't worry, I don't have any intention of being a teacher. I also know clearly that the talent of Lost Joy cannot be made public at this time. It's just that letting you go back alive will violate my code of conduct."

She lowered her head and looked into Shile's eyes, declaring coldly: "So Shile, are you ready to die worthlessly?"