My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

It idly waved its dog paw.

A pitch-black aura seeped out and settled upon the body of the Queen of the South Ming.

"Don't make trouble, I still want to live a bit longer and taste whatever good food there is in the Four Directions Mortal World."

Having spoken, Black Cub lay down again with an air of nonchalance and glanced sidelong at the Queen of the South Ming, who appeared to be frozen in place like a wooden figurine.

If it hadn't been for the fact that this Queen of the South Ming was an incarnation of the Abyss Demon Emperor, and merely an ordinary human cultivator, it truly would have had no way to deal with her.

But if it was someone from the Demonic Race, it could suppress them with just a hint of its own Demon Emperor's aura.

Among members of the Demonic Race, the disparity in rank was even greater than the difference in status within the Four Directions Mortal World.

An existence of higher rank, even with little cultivation, could easily crush the other party, who wouldn't dare to resist in the slightest.

If the true Abyss Demon Emperor were here, perhaps its aura would not have been so effective in suppression.

But this was just a minor incarnation after all.

Black Cub curled up, its thoughts and body intertwined, nestling in a corner and starting to snore loudly in its sleep.

While sleeping, it didn't dare to make too much noise this time; if it snored as loudly as before, it might just be 'rewarded' with a few more Da Bi Dou, even in the midst of a good sleep.

Just thinking about this made Black Cub feel as if it had completely lost face as a Demon Emperor.

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After Black Cub had fallen asleep again.

Silence returned to Cheng Guang's bedroom.

The Queen of the South Ming stood there in a daze.

Unable to move even a little.

Her body was enveloped by a layer of Black Cub's aura.

The aura, though weak, gave her the impression that she could easily dissipate it, yet it was permeated with an extremely terrifying and noble essence.

It made her not dare to harbor the slightest disrespectful thought.

Her body's bloodline, bones, and even her entire soul felt as if they were being suppressed, and under the weight of this aura, even the flow of her blood felt noticeably slower.

She felt as if her body was being crushed by a mountain range, experiencing agony in both body and soul with every attempt to move.

This oppression was not about the hierarchy of cultivation realms.

It was, rather, the suppression of the Demonic Race's hierarchy.

What kind of existence could simply exert such an aura and cause an incarnation of the Abyss Demon Emperor to feel fear and dare not move in the slightest?

The Queen of the South Ming was shaken to her core.

This scene had shattered her worldview.

She couldn't understand how the pitiable dog lying on the ground, looking rather foolish, could possess the bloodline of the Demon Emperor.

Nor could she grasp how this foolish dog could suppress her with its mere aura.

Could this foolish dog possibly be some sort of Demon Emperor!?

The Queen of the South Ming felt a sense of wanting to cry but lacking the tears, her expression shifting dramatically until her stunning face slowly settled down.

Her demeanor remained noble and proud, but underneath her gaze, the panic and bewilderment were almost impossible to conceal.

Observing the Town-Nation Duke's Heir sleeping on the couch.

She felt a fear from him that she had never felt before.

The Queen of the South Ming believed that she was quite familiar with the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, but through recent interactions, she realized she didn't understand him at all.

He was unfathomable, shrouded in mystery.

If that Black Dog truly was a Demon Emperor.

Then what kind of existence was this Town-Nation Duke's Heir?

She dared not ponder it.

At the same time, the Queen of the South Ming also realized that when the Town-Nation Duke's Heir woke up and saw her standing so abruptly in his bedroom,

Without any power of resistance, unable to move in the slightest, how would he treat her?

For a moment.

The typically dignified Queen of the South Ming felt somewhat disoriented, with a touch of frailty.

She was just an incarnation of the Abyss Demon Emperor, possessing some of the original's abilities and memories, but she was not exactly the same existence.

In such circumstances, the Queen of the South Ming's heart was shrouded in gloom, feeling the situation was utterly hopeless.

As long as the Black Dog was there, she could not lay a finger on the Town-Nation Duke's Heir. Even if he spared her later and let her leave, she wouldn't be able to do much to him.

And as for...

Whether the Town-Nation Duke's Heir would simply let her go, allowing her, who appeared inexplicably in his room, to leave safely, was a question worth pondering.

The Queen of the South Ming sank into contemplation, her beautiful eyes the only part of her able to blink, but besides dignity, they now also carried a sense of pitiable despair.

They were almost ready to shed precious tears.

After all, the Queen of the South Ming was not the Abyss Demon Emperor herself, just an incarnation; she lacked the unshakably composed demeanor of the high and mighty original.

Feeling powerless and foreboding darkness ahead, it was inevitable for her to reveal a certain fragile sentiment.

As time ticked away by the second, the night receded, and the sky gradually brightened. With the dawn's light, the darkness of night softened, and clouds began to take on a pale red hue.

The Queen of the South Ming's feelings of anxiety and panic intensified.

Seeing the Town-Nation Duke's Heir on the bed looking like he was about to wake up, she truly didn't want to imagine what might happen next.

She slowly closed her dignified autumn-water-like eyes.

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