"I don't know if His Royal Highness the county lord is visiting late at night, what are you doing?"

"Bad guy~"

The little lord walked up to him, looked at the desolate road, and somehow, the tears came down.

Huang Wudao felt that his head was too big, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

But the next move of the little county lord really stunned his jaw.

"Woo!"

I saw that the little county lord didn't say a word, and plunged into the arms of the desolate man, and sobbed vigorously while holding him.

"This, this ......"

If this is seen by outsiders, it will be difficult to argue.

Thinking of this, he glanced around as if he were a thief.

However, there is not even a ghost in the middle of the night, and the courtyard where the stable is located is separated one by one, and no one usually comes.

It's just that he thought about it, and he didn't do anything wrong, why was he so weak-hearted?

I wonder if this is another conspiracy of the unruly little county lord to play tricks on himself!

He made a gesture and wanted to push the little princess away, but when he looked down at her pitiful appearance, crying profusely, it didn't look like she was pretending, and he couldn't bear it.

Forget it! Forget it!

Huang Wudao's face was full of helplessness, wrapped around the slender waist of the little county lord, patted his back, and comforted him: "Don't cry! I'm here!"

He's like coaxing a child, which is really funny.

As time passed, the little lord's cry became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a gentle sob, it seemed that he was tired of crying.

After a long while, the little county lord finally stopped humming, probably crying a little out of strength, and snuggled softly in the arms of the desolate road.

"Your Royal Highness, I don't know if you've had enough?"

With a height of more than one meter and eight meters, the petite body of the little county lord was nestled in his arms, and his chin could just touch her tied up bun when he lowered his head.

"You, you disciple!"

The little county lord slammed the wilderness, trying to break out of his arms.

However, the person who was pushed did not move at all, but she stumbled and almost fell.

Huang Wudao hurriedly stretched out his hand to support her, and said with a smile: "It's obvious that His Royal Highness the county lord threw himself into his arms, why did he blame the villain?"

The little county lord's eyes widened, and he said forcefully: "Are you a dead man?

Uh! Sure enough, women's unreasonableness knows no age or age!

I can't mess with it!

"Why don't you speak? Is your heart weak?" Seeing that there was no retort, the little county lord began to beat up.

Huang Wudao was too lazy to entangle with her, and responded: "Yes, yes, yes! The villain is weak, and he also asks His Royal Highness the county lord to move back to the palace, and the villain is going to rest!"

"No!" the little county lord raised his head and pouted, "This county lord wants to go out to play, you accompany me!"

"Hah, where are you going to play in the middle of the night, go to the children's house, don't bother me!" said Huang Wudao impatiently.

With that, he turned and walked back to his room.

"You give the county lord a stop!" came the coquettish cheer of the little county lord behind him.

Huang Wudao stopped, and said without looking back: "I don't know what else His Royal Highness the county lord commands?"

The little county lord said with a crying voice: "Even you bad guy bullied me! If you don't go out with me tonight, I'll shout at you for insulting me now!"

"My little ancestor, what the hell do you want to do?"

"I'm not that old!" the little county lord snorted, "It's okay if you don't want to go out with me tonight, but you want to make me a fun thing, and I'll get it tomorrow!"

"Okay, okay, don't say one, even ten!" said in a non-existent voice.

For now, she will fool the little princess first, and with her childlike nature, she may turn around and forget.

Even if he really came to ask for something from the wilderness at that time, he would have to take a few things from the medium space and deal with them casually.

"A word is a deal!" the little county lord burst into tears and laughed.

It's really a child's face, the day of July, it will change!

Looking at the back of the little county lord bouncing away, the barren heart was sunburned.

Back in the room, Huang Wudao sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and his mind sank into the dantian.

At the same time, his divine consciousness gradually spread, enveloping the entire palace, and even a trace of wind and grass could not escape his perception.

After being chased and killed by the monks in the later stage of the foundation building, Huang Wudao once made a deduction.

At that time, the reason why he was able to escape, in addition to his surprise and use of secret methods, a large part of it was that the strength of his divine consciousness was not weaker than that of the monks in the late stage of foundation building.

Therefore, there was no way to get rid of the divine consciousness lock of the monks in the late stage of foundation building, and even forcibly pulled the golden sword into the Qiankun Ring with his divine sense.

After thinking about it carefully, the reason why the golden little sword was able to track him all the time was definitely because the middle-aged Taoist priest had planted a divine sense mark on it in advance.

Under normal circumstances, the strength of a monk's divine consciousness matches his own cultivation realm, after all, many supernatural powers are performed by relying on divine consciousness.

And the strength of the desolate Dao's divine consciousness can compete with the monks in the late stage of foundation building, so it is naturally not weaker.

From this point of view, the reason why the middle-aged Taoist priest was not chasing after him that day was probably because the golden sword was pulled into the Qiankun Ring, and he lost the sense of divine sense.

Therefore, the misunderstanding was that the cultivator was not weaker than his own monk, so he was jealous and no longer pursued him.

In this way, the whole process has a reasonable explanation.

Huang Wudao was a little glad that his unintentional actions that day made him escape.

It stands to reason that the strength of a monk's divine consciousness is matched with his own cultivation realm, and of course it is not excluded that monks who specialize in divine consciousness are not excluded.

However, even if a monk specializes in cultivating divine consciousness, the strength of his divine consciousness will not be much higher than his own cultivation realm, after all, the two complement each other and have great limitations.

However, the situation of the desolate Dao is a bit special, he has already achieved the golden pill in his previous life, and the strength of the sea is self-evident.

Although when he was protected by the Qiankun Ring and crossed the rift in time and space, his divine soul was damaged, and the strength of his divine consciousness also dropped a lot, but it was still much stronger than that of ordinary monks.

And after that dangerous situation, the desolate path can be regarded as having a certain idea of the strength of his current divine consciousness, at least not weaker than the monks in the later stage of foundation building.

This is also the reason why he can fly with the cultivation of the Gathering Spirit Realm, all supported by a powerful divine sense.

It's a pity that in the previous life, the cultivation civilization on the earth withered so badly, and many classic inheritances were cut off, and the absurd Dao didn't know much about many aspects of cultivation.

However, from what the old lady Nangong said before she died, we can know that this world should have a complete cultivation civilization and a formal sect inheritance.

But there is no way to do it, but I have a great hope for this, and I have been trying to find out.

But for now, we must first focus on improving our cultivation, and at least we must have the basic ability to protect ourselves.