My system is three thousand years ahead of schedule

Wumond was taken all the way to Cheng Guang's flying boat by Old Dengtou.

When his body landed on Cheng Guang's flying boat, he no longer had much energy left to scream.

The whole person's face was extremely pale, and there was no trace of blood.

As soon as Wumond's feet landed on the deck of the flying boat, he felt weak, and his whole body fell limply to the ground.

Lao Deng glanced at Wumond and did not help him up. Instead, his eyes fell on Cheng Guang.

"Boss Cheng, I've brought you back too. Old man, I won't join in the fun anymore. I'm going to leave first."

Cheng Guang nodded slightly and smiled.

"Senior, walk slowly."

Cheng Guang said.

Old Dengtou didn't show any nostalgia, and immediately turned around to leave. However, when he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something again, paused slightly, and looked at Cheng Guang.

After pondering for a moment.

Asked again:

"Boss Cheng, what level of cultivation are you at now?"

Cheng Guang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "I'm not very clear either. My current level of cultivation is a bit special."

When Lao Dengtou heard Cheng Guang's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then nodded as if he had a sudden realization.

He walked away slowly and thoughtfully.

Lao Dengtou took a step forward, and in just a few breaths, he disappeared from the spot and out of Cheng Guang's sight.

After Lao Dengtou left.

Cheng Guang set his sights on Wumond.

Wumond was also looking at Cheng Guang at this time.

Eyes facing each other.

Looking at Cheng Guang, the prince of the Kingdom of Great Zhou.

In Wumond's eyes, fear spread uncontrollably.

For Umond.

Cheng Guang, the crown prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was not an ordinary person.

Someone who can compete with Mr. Zhou, or even be able to defeat Mr. Zhou with his own strength.

How can he compare with it.

Wumond looked at Cheng Guang, with fear in his eyes, and his body bones could not help but tremble. He did not dare to look at Cheng Guang too much, and slowly lowered his head.

"Umund?"

Cheng Guang put his hands behind his back and asked softly.

Wumond nodded slightly, responded, and then said quickly: "Your Majesty, we should have no grudges, and there is no need for you to deliberately target me."

"Dayuan's actions cannot be decided by me alone."

"I hope the prince can be lenient and spare me."

Wumond was not a fool, nor was he a fool. He knew that at this moment, when he faced Cheng Guang and had no ability to resist, directly begging for mercy was the best thing to do.

If he insists on making trouble for Cheng Guang, he will only be the one who suffers in the end.

"Spare you? I had no intention of doing anything to you."

Cheng Guang put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards Umonde, looking up and down at Umonde's appearance.

Umond was the future emperor of the Yuan Dynasty.

But at this time Umond.

But he didn't look like the Great Yuan Emperor at all.

A face full of humility and a face full of flattery.

If someone didn't know, seeing Umond looking like this, they would probably not think about the prince at all, and would only think that Umond was a little eunuch in the palace.

When Wumond heard this, his face showed a look of ecstasy, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this true, Your Majesty? Thank you very much, Your Majesty."

Wumond immediately prostrated himself and expressed his gratitude to Cheng Guang.

After thanking him, Umond expressed doubt again and asked:

"Then I don't know why Your Majesty came to me at this time?"

When Cheng Guang heard this, the smile on his face did not change at all. He looked at each other and smiled at Wumond, and slowly said:

"Well, I need to borrow your face for this."

Cheng Guang still remembered his mission requirements.

Trampling the face of Emperor Wumond of the Yuan Dynasty under his feet.

Cheng Guang knew his purpose, but Wumond didn't know what Cheng Guang's purpose was.

As soon as Cheng Guang opened his mouth, he wanted to use his face.

Wumond was stunned for a few times.

He stood there blankly for a few seconds, touched his face in confusion, and murmured doubts.

"my face?"

"Why does the prince want my face?"

Cheng Guang pointed to the ground calmly.

"Get down first."

"Get down?"

Umond's fierce face showed unprecedented confusion.

But because of the fear of Cheng Guang, he suppressed the uneasiness and irritability in his heart and slowly leaned over.

Wumond put his hands on the ground and lay down.

Just as Wumond lay down and raised his head slightly, he wanted to say something to Cheng Guang.

He saw Cheng Guang slowly walking towards him.

Under Wumond's own gaze, he saw Cheng Guang approaching him. After he came to his side, he suddenly raised his feet.

Slowly it fell on his face.

boom.

Umond's head was instantly stepped on, and his cheek hit the deck hard with a dull sound.

this moment.

The people of Umund have been completely fooled.

His eyes were widened and his brows were full of disbelief.

He made fists with both hands and held them together tightly. Even if they turned blue and purple, he never let go.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

After Wumond reacted, he roared subconsciously, put his hands on the ground, tried to support himself, and slowly stood up.

The vitality in his body vibrated unconsciously.

Invisible waves of air spread from Wumond's body to the surroundings.

Seeing the changes in Wumond, Cheng Guang's expression remained unchanged, and he just silently pressed his foot harder and stepped down.

boom! !

Wumond was barely able to stand up halfway when he heard another bang and hit the deck of the airship heavily.

Wumond's spiritual cultivation has reached the eighth level of the Great World. At his current age, reaching such a cultivation level is already considered very powerful.

Umond himself also believes that compared with many of his peers, he is very good.

but.

At this time, Wumond compared himself with Cheng Guang, and found that there was no way to compare.

Wumond faced Cheng Guang's suppressive kick.

He just felt that the person stepping on his face was not Cheng Guang, the prince of the country.

Rather, it is a giant elephant with infinite brute strength.

The giant elephant trampled Umund's body under its feet, making Umund unable to move at all.

Thinking of this, Wumond felt that his heart was full of humiliation.

"Damn it!! Damn it!!!"

Wumond roared twice, mobilized all the strength in his body, and the power of his soul poured out.

For Wumond, although his face is not that important compared to his life.