My System Is Three Thousand Years Early Chapter 815 - 245: Why Such Humiliation to Me!? (Seeking Sub

Chapter 815: Chapter 245: Why Such Humiliation to !? (Seeking Subscriptions)_2

“Don’t let the city folks discuss the matters of the Princely Heir of Duke Zhen’s Mansion.”

“Extend the curfew, we don’t want any disturbances during this period.”

Xin Shihua, along with several Sect Sky-n by his side, nodded slightly and imdiately agreed.

They then went their separate ways to attend to their duties.

After Xin Shihua and the Sect Sky-n had left, Wu Ling couldn’t help but look towards Duke Zhen’s Mansion, in the direction of Cheng Guang’s aura.

“Princely Heir…”

“What level have you reached now…

“Can I still keep up with your pace?”

A hint of worry suddenly appeared on Wu Ling’s stunningly beautiful face.

And this worry was considerably more than that of Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, during this ti.

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Duke Zhen’s Mansion.

In the Million Specie Garden.

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, slowly opened his eyes.

He was at his wit’s end.

The sowhat dim mark of servitude had plunged directly into his Primordial Spirit, completely overtaking his mind.

It forcefully planted an image into his mind, leaving Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, utterly unable to resist.

He could only lie down and accept it.

Although Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, was certain that he no longer could counteract the sowhat dim mark of servitude,

Fortunately, as long as the image that the sowhat dim mark of servitude planted in his mind didn’t appear directly in front of him, Erlang Shen, Yang Jian felt confident that he would not be controlled by the dim mark of servitude.

Couldn’t he avoid what he couldn’t provoke?

He would leave with Roaring Celestial Dog after a while.

Once his cultivation and strength were enhanced, he would break the dim mark of servitude in his mind.

And then he would seek out the troublemaker behind all this!

A sharp light flashed through Erlang Shen, Yang Jian’s dark, piercing eyes,

He instantly made a plan for his future.

But,

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian had never expected that sotis, surprises co so unexpectedly.

When he opened his eyes,

A figure not far away ca into his line of sight.

As that figure appeared before Erlang Shen, Yang Jian’s own eyes, the originally dim mark of servitude suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.

Under the dazzling light, even the dark eyes of Erlang Shen, Yang Jian brightened considerably.

Imdiately,

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian suddenly found that his gaze could no longer leave the figure in the distance.

After the figure of that person entered his sight,

In the depths of his consciousness, deep in his throat, he couldn’t help but desperately want to shout out two words.

“Master…”

“Master…”

“Master…”

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian uttered these two words with a grim expression.

At the sa ti, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of subservience towards the figure not far away.

He simply didn’t want to see the other party get hurt, or anything else unpleasant!

Otherwise, it would be even more painful than killing Erlang Shen, Yang Jian himself!

Such feelings, Erlang Shen, Yang Jian had never experienced before!

Nor had he ever thought that he would feel a sense of subservience towards another person!

It was utterly preposterous!

At this mont, when Erlang Shen, Yang Jian struggled imnsely to call Cheng Guang, the Princely Heir of Duke Zhen’s Mansion, “master”,

It was not just Erlang Shen, Yang Jian who felt this was preposterous.

Black Cub, hearing this, recalled its past life mories when it had always looked down upon everything and worshipped its own master,

Was now calling its master “master”?

What’s the difference between this and being a dog?

What’s the difference between this and him…?!

For a mont, Black Cub’s worldview almost collapsed.

“Master!! Master, oh!!!”

“What happened to you?!!!”

Unable to hold back, Black Cub imdiately cried out to Erlang Shen, Yang Jian.

Previously, Black Cub had never spoken in front of Cheng Guang,

Nor had it spoken in front of Qing Luan or Ning Qianxue.

It wasn’t that Black Cub couldn’t speak.

Mainly, Black Cub didn’t want to speak.

After all, acknowledging Cheng Guang, the Princely Heir of Duke Zhen’s Mansion, as its master was already embarrassing enough for it.

There wasn’t enough ti spent in self-seclusion every day.

There was no ti to speak.

But now,

Black Cub saw Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, directly call Cheng Guang his master. The whole being, no, perhaps it should be said the whole dog, was completely dumbfounded.

After being stunned for a while, an unbearable wail erupted.

The wail of Black Cub was enormously loud,

so much so that it made Cheng Guang’s ears slightly ache.

Then he glanced at Black Cub beside him.

Black Cub noticed Cheng Guang’s gaze.

The originally loud wailing stopped instantly.

Black Cub covered his mouth, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, nearby, sobbing without knowing what else to say.

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian himself had shut down as well.

He silently bowed his head,

a face full of life’s doubts.

He had no idea how he could have suddenly uttered

the words “master.”

How could it be possible for him to say those words?

Amid Erlang Shen, Yang Jian’s life’s doubts, Ning Qianxue was also taken aback.

She slightly stiffened.

Cheng Guang, holding Ning Qianxue, could distinctly feel that Ning Qianxue’s body had stiffened a bit.

It was clear to see.

For Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, forrly known as the first war god of the Heavenly Court, to call Cheng Guang master was sothing quite shocking for Ning Qianxue, who had once lived in the Heavenly Court.

Maybe it could be said,

this event was far more shocking and stunning for Ning Qianxue than Cheng Guang could have ever imagined.

In a past life, Ning Qianxue had seen just how glorious Erlang Shen, Yang Jian could be.

How many people could have forced him to bow down?

Forcing him to bow, which was almost as difficult as ascending the heavens.

Not to ntion,

having Erlang Shen, Yang Jian call soone “master.”

Ning Qianxue’s eyes widened slightly in shock, it took her quite a while before she turned her gaze onto Cheng Guang’s face.

“Princely Heir, how did you manage this?”

“This True Lord Erlang, has he been subdued by the Princely Heir?”

Ning Qianxue asked in surprise.

Cheng Guang, however, shook his head, equally bewildered, “I have no idea.”

Saying so, Cheng Guang also turned his gaze toward Erlang Shen, Yang Jian.

His expression complex.

“What’s going on with you now?”

Cheng Guang asked Erlang Shen, Yang Jian.

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, upon hearing Cheng Guang’s words,

also lifted his eyes again toward Cheng Guang.

It was then that Erlang Shen, Yang Jian seriously regarded Cheng Guang’s appearance.

Previously, Erlang Shen, Yang Jian had not truly looked at Cheng Guang – to him Cheng Guang was no different from a blade of grass by the roadside.

He simply did not take him to heart.

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian’s main concerns were directed at Black Cub.

Directed at Roaring Celestial Dog, his companion from a previous life.

Secondarily, he also cared sowhat for Ning Qianxue, who seed to be an acquaintance from the Heavenly Court in a previous life.

Cheng Guang had never really entered Erlang Shen, Yang Jian’s line of sight.

But,

where could Erlang Shen, Yang Jian have imagined that such an ordinary-looking mortal son of a duke could lay out such a plan for him!

Those slightly grey servant-master marks!

Even he couldn’t resist them!

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian’s face darkened slightly, but regarding Cheng Guang, he could not harbor any disrespectful thoughts.

Let alone take action.

Just thinking any crooked thoughts about Cheng Guang, the guilt and tornt inside him could drive him mad.

anwhile,

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian also realized that if Cheng Guang were to die, he would die as well.

If Cheng Guang wanted him dead, he would not hesitate at all; he would directly kill himself.

Such was the domineering nature of those slightly grey servant-master marks!

How could the word “terrifying” possibly describe all of it!

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian took a deep breath, his gaze intently fixed on Cheng Guang.

“You… master… by what right…?”

Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, uncharacteristically unclear in his speech, then asked in an infuriated tone.

“What, exactly, are your intentions!?”

“Why do you humiliate thus!?”

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