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

As Patrick roared, Fang Zhixin suddenly turned his head to avoid the incoming punch, then loosened his clenched fist and raised his five fingers.

He pressed his palm against his throat to muffle the roar.

"Cough cough... cough cough... ugh..."

Patrick retched and looked at the girl in front of him with a look that said, "Are you sick?"

What the hell is this trick? Is it moral?!

Fang Zhixin shook his hands and spoke slowly: "I saw and heard what you said. Now I will start to answer your questions."

"You said no one succeeded. You are wrong. Someone succeeded." Fang Zhixin's face suddenly broke into a bright smile. "I have seen it."

In another world far away.

"You are right. Pressure from above, lack of support from below, preaching from those who claim to be sober, and even lack of understanding from family members. This is a very real dilemma."

"Most people would pessimistically say that they can only feel sympathy and can do nothing, as if saying this would make their conscience feel better."

"But those pessimistic words may not be directed at you, but at themselves. They want others to agree with their pessimistic words and their remarks that ordinary people are powerless."

"In this way, they can continue to live in peace and contentment, but they are deceiving themselves. They have been underestimating themselves. Without the support of ordinary people, it is like an ant trying to shake a tree if they want to do something serious."

"People with ulterior motives say that ordinary people can't do anything, but without their support, there will only be more cases like yours."

Patrick sneered and blocked the swung space blade: "I can't save such a person!"

Fang Zhixin turned around and kicked out: "So you gave up."

"Yes, I gave up. I failed. I don't want to save those hopeless people anymore! I'm right!"

Looking at Patrick's ferocious face, Fang Zhixin said seriously: "If you think you are not wrong, you won't tell me this."

"Haha, do you want to preach too?"

"I'm not preaching, I'm just telling you what I see. I only see your struggle. You know, what you give up is not something else, you give up yourself."

So there will be a struggle in your heart, wanting to roar, wanting to get an answer.

"If you don't give up, what else can you do?"

This world is hopeless. I want to save people, but I don't know how to do it. I am exhausted and can't hold on.

"What can you do in the face of those pessimistic comments?"

Fang Zhixin began to sigh: "If one time is not enough, try twice. If you can't convince me today, try tomorrow. I will go every day."

"You're going to be pissed off," Patrick said sarcastically.

"It's better to be angry to death than to be numb. It's better to be angry to death than to be confused and anxious and have no direction."

Fang Zhixin responded again: "The more the truth is debated, the clearer it becomes. I welcome everyone who questions me, and everyone who has different ideas from me."

"But I do not welcome enemies."

The sharp blade shattered layer after layer of spatial barriers and pierced through Patrick's chest.

Patrick coughed up mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground. He looked at the red factory and the people walking past him, but he couldn't muster any desire to resist. He was tired, and had been tired a long time ago.

He blamed those people for half his life, hated those people for half his life, but in the end, the people he couldn't let go of were still hopeless people.

A hoarse, dry voice echoed in the cocoon:

"I still have questions. I have accumulated a lot of questions in my life. Who is your enemy? How to save those who can't stand up? Have you really seen anyone who succeeded?"

Fang Zhixin said without even turning his head: "Enemy? Those who don't treat me as a human being are enemies, and those who encourage the enemy's arrogance are also enemies. How can you save someone who can't stand up?"

"I can't save them. How can I be so capable? To save the world? Do you think I'm a wish-granting machine?"

"Those people can only save themselves, and master the weapons that can save themselves. It's good to study the law, and it's also good to study ideology. It may seem useless, but that is the weapon."

"The interstellar war is a war on the spiritual level. If you don't give your spiritual level a gun, it won't work."

Fang Zhixin walked to the red device, the red light shining on her cheeks, and she answered the last question:

"I've seen it. The red giant has been here before and I won't forget it. So when I first knew that Tianquan was trafficking in people, I never thought of retreating."

“Even after I knew that Tianquan possessed unrivaled power, I never thought of giving up.”

Patrick closed his eyes and sighed, I failed to be a good guy, and I was only a half-baked bad guy. Speaker Gong Sui, I am still a weak person.

But it's your path, and I'll let it go.

Fang Zhixin looked at the device in front of him that was about to go berserk, his brain racing.

He looked extremely powerful on the outside, but he was extremely panicked on the inside. What should he do? Was his day really going to end?

"I can only try and see if I can transfer this thing into the void."

Xiao Kong: "No, the force of time and space inside is too complicated. Even if you move to the void, the impact is enough to kill you."

"Will the people outside be in trouble?"

Xiaokong: "Maybe not, but the final impact will tear your body apart, Zhixin, you can't do this. Don't forget that there are people waiting for you outside."

"But there are more people waiting for those outside to go home. I have to take a gamble."

When Patrick appeared, Fang Zhixin subconsciously knew that he couldn't escape today.

The original plan was to let the God of Time and Space take the warships and soldiers of Ancient Star Sea to evacuate together before the explosion, but now there is definitely not enough time.

"You are a person with spatial talent. This amount of time is enough for you and your companions to evacuate." Patrick, with a pale face and seeing that time was running out, reminded.

Fang Zhixin controlled the spatial force to wrap the entire device and asked a question: "What is your purpose here?"

"With the death of Speaker Gong Sui, those who are used as raw materials for the device will wake up. The device needs someone to operate it. I am here to bring General Yolisiwen here."

"Bring him here and destroy this place."

Patrick looked at the device, not knowing what he was thinking. Finally, he said with a strange look on his face, "The original purpose of this device is to absorb the spatial force of the Space-Time Demon God, in order to give us the ability to travel through time and space."

"The second is to destroy the Spacetime Demon God. Now that the Tianquan headquarters has been destroyed and Speaker Gong Sui has died, the life-sleeping device he left behind was directly shattered, and the second plan was directly activated."

Fang Zhixin turned around suddenly and said, "This thing was going to explode anyway, so why did we ask Yuri Xiwen to come?"

"Come and witness the final result." Patrick smiled and took out a crystal from his chest. "You didn't expect it, did you? I still have it."

He smiled as he looked at Fang Zhixin in front of him, and crushed the crystal with the last of his strength, his smile full of relief.

It's time to leave this damn world.