My system is three thousand years ahead of schedule

No one wants to die.

At least Cheng Guang didn't want to die.

He wants to live and use his identity as a time traveler to shock this inhuman world.

However, the current situation is almost a fatal one.

The Damp Holding Division is an organization that is selfless and bloody. You can imagine what kind of person Cheng Zhihai, the director of the Damp Holding Division, is.

After discovering that he was a substitute, it was absolutely impossible to let him go.

They ranged from being imprisoned and tortured to being slapped to death on the spot.

"Okay, don't think too much. I'll ask someone to give you extra food in the next few days. If you want to eat anything, just tell me."

In the quiet little courtyard, a slightly chilly cold wind started up again, picking up a few leaves that had fallen from the sycamore tree in the courtyard.

It started to rain lightly in the sky.

Qingluan stood up, patted himself, and prepared to leave.

Just when he was about to leave, Cheng Guang suddenly pulled Qingluan.

"what are you doing?"

Qingluan turned around, and as soon as she turned around, a handsome face quickly approached, and at the same time a hand pressed on the back of her head.

The next moment, pain came from his lips as if they had been bitten.

"Ah!" Qingluan cried out in fright, and slapped Cheng Guang in the chest in panic.

Cheng Guang was hit by a palm and flew away. He took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

"Are you crazy!? Are you looking for death?!" Qingluan covered her red lips, eyes like ice, staring at Cheng Guang coldly.

Cheng Guang spat out a mouthful of blood, with blood on the corners of his mouth, and sneered, "Yes, I'm looking for death, why don't you just kill me."

He is very angry now.

Qingluan hid it from him and gave him a glimmer of hope, saying that the prince would come back soon. However, he had been on the edge of death for so long, and suddenly told him that you were destined to die, it was just sooner or later.

No matter how good his acting skills were, even if he stabbed himself, injured his body, and suffered the same injuries as the prince, he still managed to hide it from Cheng Zhihai.

How good will his end be?

Either he continues to be a substitute, or he has no use value and is killed by the prince.

Maybe Qingluan himself had no choice but to do so. All this was the noble prince's decision.

But even so, she was an accomplice.

Qingluan took a deep breath, looked at Cheng Guang coldly for a while, suppressed the anger in his heart, and wiped his slightly red and swollen lips hard several times.

"What sense of superiority do you have if you do this?"

"Instead of thinking so much, it's better to enjoy it while you can hide it for a while."

In the end, Qingluan did not take action against Cheng Guang. Cheng Guang was a stand-in, but his apparent identity at this time was still the crown prince. He could die, but he could not die in her hands.

Qingluan's chest rose and fell. After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and leave. Before leaving, he paused slightly and turned his back to Cheng Guang:

"There is no next time for what happened today!"

"And you must not take the initiative to tell others that you are a substitute! Otherwise, your end will be worse than if the head of the family discovers it!"

After saying that, Qingluan left in a slight panic. When he reached a position where Cheng Guang couldn't see him, he touched his slightly red and swollen lips and stamped his feet angrily.

Qingluan had never even touched a man's hand, but today he was kissed directly.

It's just that this way of kissing is not very friendly.

"Forget it, he won't live long anyway..." Qingluan comforted himself.

She also sympathized with Cheng Guang, but she couldn't help it.

The decisions of those at the top were not something she could interfere with.

Although she is the prince's maid and looks quite noble, in fact she has the same status as Cheng Guang, a slave.

Just a slightly more advanced servant.

The fate of the lower class people cannot be controlled by themselves. The noble man's words determine the life and death of the lower class people. This is completely normal in this world.

So it's hard for Qingluan to understand why Cheng Guang is so angry.

Logically speaking, shouldn't he accept it calmly?

Qingluan couldn't understand Cheng Guang anymore, and felt that Cheng Guang had become a different person since he seemed to have lost his memory that day.

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Qingluan left.

After a while, Cheng Guang touched his chest and sat up with a grin on his face.

Sitting by the lake.

The cold rain began to hit his body sporadically, but Cheng Guang couldn't feel much chill.

His current situation made him even more heartbroken.

He was not beaten or scolded, but was respected everywhere.

Although this situation was good, his life seemed to be treated as an object and played with by the powerful prince.

As for dignity?

Sorry, the groom is not worthy of dignity.

It was precisely because of this that he was extremely angry.

"Live! I want to live!"

Cheng Guang picked up the stone and pinched it slowly, "Although I am still the fake prince now, if no one exposes me, I will still be the prince!"

"Not even Qingluan dares to kill me!"

Cheng Guang just kissed Qingluan, it was not because he was reckless and lost his mind, he had his own purpose.

First, he wanted to take revenge on Qingluan for hiding it from him and making him act like a clown. Even though he was already in a certain death situation, he still kept him in fear for so long.

The second is to test his conjecture and see if Qingluan would kill him when he was angry.

From the second point of view, my status as the heir apparent is still somewhat useful.

As a substitute, there are many dangers. He will die if he is discovered by insiders, and he will die if he is assassinated when he goes out. If he is just a groom, in this case, he has no way.

However, he is a time traveler, and he has a hang-up.

Even if this trick is a bit retarded, it is still a trick!

Cheng Guang took a deep breath, threw the stones in his hand into the lake, covered his chest, and limped toward the room.

inside the room.

Cheng Guang sat cross-legged on the bed and said.

"System, collect the reward!"

After he finished speaking, the system seemed to be stuck. It took him a while to react, and a cold voice sounded in Cheng Guang's mind.

[The bloodline of the ancient Daxia royal family is being distributed. 】

Soon, Cheng Guang's body temperature rose instantly, reaching forty or fifty degrees in an instant. His face turned red, and white smoke steamed out of his skin.

The bones, Qi and blood all over his body heated up, as if his fascia, flesh and bones were being turned into a melting pot.

A mysterious, vast and ethereal force began to appear out of thin air in his body, and slowly integrated into his body under the action of the body furnace.

pain!

Indescribable pain!

Cheng Guang's fingers clasped his thigh tightly. Under the severe pain, he could only rely on his will to prevent himself from screaming.

His bones, flesh, and meridians seemed to have been crushed and then recast again.

The next second after being recast, it was crushed again.

Repeatedly, again and again!

Cheng Guang will wake up and faint amidst the repeated pain and suffering.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The intense pain all over his body suddenly stopped.

Cheng Guang seemed to have turned into a bloody man at this time.

The white eyes unexpectedly contained traces of nobility.

Cheng Guang breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had completed receiving his reward.

The royal bloodline is the most noble bloodline in the world.

As long as you have royal blood, no matter which dynasty you go to, you will be regarded as the best among people. Even if you don't practice, your status will still be high.

Such a high status is all because of blood.

Only the royal bloodline can cultivate the spiritual path and is naturally superior to others.

Cheng Guang didn't know the difference between the ancient Daxia royal bloodline he received and the Dazhou royal bloodline.

I don’t know what level the blood concentration rewarded by the system is at.

But he knew that he could practice the spiritual path.

Not to mention anything else, the qualifications for practicing spiritual dao are definitely much better than practicing martial arts on your own!

Spiritual Dao cultivation does not depend on age, but entirely on bloodline concentration, and the cultivation speed is extremely fast.

The martial arts merchant of the Great Zhou Dynasty was able to reach the realm of heaven and human beings at the age of less than fifty. This achievement was something that countless warriors could not even imagine.

As for martial arts training, you have to hone your muscles and bones since childhood, endure countless hardships, and require countless resources to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. If you miss the best time to practice, you will be unable to achieve any great achievements in your life.

Comparing the two, it is clear who is better and who is worse.

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