The moon and stars are sparse, and the night is quiet.

On the stone in front of the stable, a figure sat cross-legged, looking up at the starry sky.

It's time to leave!

Wild and unscrupulous retracted his gaze, and somehow, he felt a little lonely in his heart.

After nearly half a month of cultivation, he finally succeeded in advancing to the Returning Yuan Realm, which is equivalent to the foundation building period of an ordinary monk.

After two lifetimes of life, the wilderness has built a foundation again, and the mood is really emotional.

In the more than a year since he was reborn in this world, his path of cultivation can be described as full of twists and turns.

But fortunately, it has been turned into a disaster again and again, and it has come to this day with thrills and dangers.

It's just that his cultivation is not very high after all, and the situation he will face in the future will only become more complex and changeable.

recalled the middle-aged Taoist priest in the late stage of foundation building that he met earlier, and the old monster of the Jindan period who he hadn't even seen in person.

The desolate path suddenly felt that the road ahead was bleak, and the last trace of joy brought by the improvement of cultivation was also diluted.

But nothing in the world is destined to be smooth sailing.

Now that you have embarked on the road of changing your life against the sky, is it possible that there is still a way back?

If you think about it, after entering the foundation building period, you can have a lifespan of about 200 years, and the legend says that the Yuan infant period can even live for 1,000 years.

What's more, the monk has the ability to escape from heaven and earth and turn decay into a miraculous anti-heaven, who can refuse this temptation?

Anyway, he felt that he couldn't give up this opportunity.

As his thoughts drifted, a human voice suddenly sounded.

"Haven't you slept so late?"

Looking up, the little county lord moved the lotus step lightly and walked slowly.

Since the last Spring Hunt assassination, Yan Zaitian has been looking for a barren way to drink for the last time, and he has not come again.

And for some reason, the little lord didn't come to him again after that time.

But now when the little county lord appeared in front of him again, Huang Wudao suddenly felt a little flustered.

However, he didn't show it on his face, and chuckled: "Didn't His Royal Highness the County Lord also sleep?"

"You can actually just call me Wanrou, His Royal Highness the county lord is too angry. ”

Walking up to him, the little county lord sat down next to the barren road, staring at him with sparkling eyes.

"Uh......"

Such a gentle and demure little county lord, it was the first time I had seen it, and I didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"What's wrong? Aren't you quite able to speak well on weekdays? Now you're pretending to be stupid?"

The little county lord smiled softly, showing a nightmare like a flower, and his eyes stared directly at his face.

Huang Wudao said stupidly: "That, I have been a little angry recently, and I am afraid that my breath will smoke His Royal Highness the County Lord." ”

He didn't dare to look directly at the little county lord, so he had to twist his head slightly to the side, avoiding her gaze.

"Yes...... the little county lord's eyes flashed slightly, and he sighed softly, "Are you about to leave?"

At this time, the little county lord no longer has the brutal willfulness of his usual life, and seems to be much more mature, but it is also a little more distressing.

Huang Wudao nodded: "At the latest, it will not be two days after tomorrow!"

"That ......"

Xiaojun advocated opening his mouth, but stopped talking.

"Does His Royal Highness the County Lord have any other orders? As long as he does what he can, he will definitely not refuse!"

"Then I'll let you stay, will you agree?"

The little county lord looked at him with a look of hope.

"This ......"

The barren was stunned for a moment, and he vomited and vomited.

Looking at his appearance, the little county lord already had an answer in his heart, and his face began to gradually lose blood.

"It's an honor to be favored by His Royal Highness the County Lord, but I don't deserve His Highness's liking, I believe Your Highness will definitely meet someone better and better than me in the future!"

The words of the little county lord have already reached this level, and if he doesn't understand it, he will really pretend to be deaf and dumb.

But now he really doesn't have the heart to talk about his children's private affairs.

In this way, instead of vague evasion, it is better to reject it outright.

Although it will cause temporary damage to the little county lord, the long pain is better than the short pain, and it must be found out after all.

"Is it worthwhile and unworthy to like someone?" the little county lord asked, looking up.

Her eyes were filled with tears, which slowly fell down her cheeks, and she was pitiful.

"Don't cry!

While comforting the little county lord, Aramudo reached out to wipe her tears.

"Don't worry about it, I didn't cry!"

The little county lord slapped away the absurd hand and pouted angrily.

"Okay! You're not crying......"

Aramudo smiled bitterly and withdrew his hand.

The night is like ink.

The two of them sat quietly like this, and after an unknown time, the little county lord was the first to break the silence.

She tilted her head and said curiously, "Grandpa said that you are an immortal, is it true?"

"Then do you think I look like a fairy?"

The little county lord shook his head and said, "It's not like ......."

"Isn't that enough!" Huang Wudao said with a smile, "If the immortals are all like me, how can everyone in the world dream of becoming immortals?"

"Then why do you want to leave, isn't it good to stay in our county king's mansion!" the little county lord pouted, "It's a big deal that this county lord won't bully you in the future!"

"Your Royal Highness, I understand your intentions, but there is really an unspeakable hidden ...... below."

Speaking of this, Huang Wudao changed the topic and said, "By the way, didn't His Royal Highness the County Lord say that he wanted to swim in the sky like a bird?"

"Huh?" the little county lord looked at the absurd and untouched with a puzzled expression, not understanding why he was mentioning this matter now.

"I can fulfill this wish of His Royal Highness the County Lord now!"

Desolate Dao smiled mysteriously, raised his hand and waved, and suddenly a long sword appeared out of thin air and spiraled up.

Before the little county lord could react, he suddenly grabbed her slender waist and jumped on top of the flying sword.

"Ahh

A scream pierced the sky.

The sky above the county town in the clouds.

The little county lord's eyes were closed, his body was paralyzed in the arms of the desolate road, and almost all the weight was pressed on him, and it seemed that he was frightened.

After a long while, the little county lord opened his eyes slightly, and then immediately closed them again.

Seeing this, Huang Wudao said softly: "It's okay, with me, I won't fall." ”

After some comfort, the little county lord dared to open his eyes and look around.

She gently touched the protective body qi that enveloped the two of them and protected them from the wind, and asked, "What is this?"

Aramuchi smiled: "This is something that protects us from falling......"

"Ah!" the little county lord was startled, and quickly retracted his hand.

After the initial panic, the little county lord's curiosity finally overcame his fear, and he shouted excitedly.

At this moment, the little county lord temporarily forgot about the upcoming parting and regained his former liveliness and carefreeness.

Looking at the little county lord's novelty like a child getting his favorite toy, he sighed slightly.

This is the last thing he can do, just leave a good memory for the little county lord.

In the final analysis, he is just a passer-by in the life of the little county lord after all.

And on the other hand, why not the little county lord for him?