My System Is Three Thousand Years Early Chapter 540 - 142: Mr. Cheng, What Are Your Thoughts? (Pleas

Wu ngde was led by old Deng onto Cheng Guang’s Flying Boat.

By the ti he landed on Cheng Guang’s Flying Boat, he hardly had the strength to scream.

His face was pale to the extre, without the slightest trace of blood.

The mont Wu ngde’s feet touched the deck of the Flying Boat, they gave way, and he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

Old Deng glanced at Wu ngde but didn’t bother to help him up, instead, his gaze turned to Cheng Guang.

"Cheng, I’ve brought the person back as well, so I won’t join in on this excitent. I’m leaving first," he said.

Cheng Guang nodded slightly, smiling as he spoke.

"Senior, take care," he replied.

Having said this,

old Deng, without any hesitation, turned to leave. However, just as he was about to leave, he seed to rember sothing. His steps faltered, and he looked back at Cheng Guang.

After pondering for a mont,

he asked,

"Cheng, what is your current level of cultivation?"

Cheng Guang was taken aback, then shook his head, "I’m not quite sure, my realm of cultivation is sowhat special."

Hearing Cheng’s words, old Deng was first startled, then nodded as if suddenly understanding.

He left thoughtfully taking slow steps.

With one step, old Deng’s body disappeared from the spot in a few breaths, vanishing from Cheng Guang’s line of sight.

After old Deng left,

Cheng Guang’s gaze fell on Wu ngde.

Wu ngde was also watching Cheng Guang.

As their eyes t,

he looked at Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir of Great Zhou.

In Wu ngde’s eyes, fear uncontrollably began to spread.

For Wu ngde,

Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir of Great Zhou, was no ordinary person.

Soone who could contend with Mr. Zhou, and even manage to repel him with his own power,

how could he even compare to him?

As Wu ngde looked at Cheng Guang, fear shimred in his eyes. His body trembled involuntarily, and he dared not stare too much at Cheng, slowly lowering his head.

"Wu ngde?"

Cheng Guang, hands clasped behind his back, asked softly.

Wu ngde nodded slightly in acknowledgnt and hastily said, "Princely Heir, we should have no grudges, and you have no need to target purposely."

"The actions of Great Yuan this ti were not decided by alone."

"I hope the Princely Heir can be magnanimous and spare ."

Wu ngde was no fool, nor was he naïve. Knowing that in his current state, with no power to resist Cheng Guang, pleading for rcy was the best approach.

Stubborn defiance would only result in his own detrint if he sought trouble with Cheng Guang.

"Spare you? I hadn’t planned on doing anything to you in the first place."

Cheng Guang, hands behind his back, walked slowly towards Wu ngde, looking him up and down.

Wu ngde was the future emperor of Great Yuan.

But the Wu ngde of this mont,

did not even slightly resemble an emperor of Great Yuan.

Full of humility, full of eagerness to please.

To those unaware, seeing Wu ngde in his current state, they would never think of a prince, but would instead assu he was just a minor eunuch from the palace.

At Cheng’s words, Wu ngde’s face showed ecstasy, and he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your words are true, Princely Heir? Thank you," he said.

Wu ngde imdiately prostrated himself, expressing his thanks to Cheng Guang.

But after thanking him, Wu ngde again voiced his confusion, asking:

"But, what business does the Princely Heir have with at this ti?"

Hearing this, Cheng Guang’s smile did not waver as he faced Wu ngde and responded slowly:

"Well, I need to make use of your face."

Cheng Guang still rembered the demands of his task.

To stomp the face of Great Yuan Emperor Wu ngde underfoot.

Cheng Guang was clear on his purpose, but Wu ngde did not know what Cheng Guang intended.

When Wu ngde heard that Cheng Guang wanted to "borrow" his face,

he was stunned for a mont.

Standing still for a few seconds, he touched his own face in confusion and muttered,

"My face?"

"What does the Princely Heir need with my face?"

Cheng remained calm and pointed to the ground,

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"Lie down?"

Confusion like never before swept over Wu ngde’s fierce deanor.

But due to his fear of Cheng Guang, he suppressed the unease and irritation in his heart and slowly bent down.

Wu ngde placed his hands on the ground and lay down.

Just as Wu ngde did so and slightly raised his head to say sothing to Cheng,

he saw Cheng Guang step toward him.

Under his own watchful eyes, he observed Cheng Guang approach, co beside him, and then suddenly lift his foot.

And press it slowly onto his face.

Thud.

Wu ngde’s head was stamped down instantly, his cheek smashed heavily against the deck, making a dull sound.

At that mont,

Wu ngde was completely stunned.

His eyes were wide with disbelief, and his brows furrowed in shock.

His hands clenched into fists, gripped tightly together—so hard they turned pale and purple—yet he did not let go.

"Princely Heir, what are you doing?"

After Wu ngde recovered, he roared instinctively, propping himself up on his hands, trying to push himself up slowly to stand.

Qi involuntarily surged from his body.

Invisible waves of air emanated from Wu ngde, spreading outward in all directions.

Seeing the change in Wu ngde, Cheng Guang’s expression remained the sa, but he silently pressed his foot down harder.