A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 48
After releasing the paper cranes, I rushed to the flying platform immediately, but I was still skeptical.

On the way, I thought about the communication with the old demon of Montenegro just now, and found that he just asked me where I was, and he didn't seem to say that he wanted to come to see me, let alone lend me money.

I ran over eagerly, maybe I was just being affectionate, or I might be played like a monkey by him.

But when I thought about it again, I was already a monkey. This journey of trekking through mountains and rivers and overcoming thorns and thorns, my fantasy journey of love odyssey, in the eyes of others, is just a funny performance of pulling a cart, standing on my head, and jumping through a fire ring.

Then I will salute and bow to the big guys now, and go around the field for a while, and it will be considered a beginning and an end.

And I really need that money.Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I have to go and see.

But when I got to the side of the flying platform, I looked around, but I didn't see anyone who was suspected to be the Old Black Mountain Demon nearby.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't arrived yet, or if he didn't intend to.

Just as I was about to fold an origami crane and ask again, someone reached out and patted me on the back.

I turned my head and saw a girl with short hair.

She is not tall, but she is wearing a field dress that is half a circle bigger than her body, covering her hands and feet, and the bangs on her forehead hang down to her eyes, half covering her eyes .

I thought she was a staff member of the Southern Hangpeng Chamber of Commerce, so I told her, "Wait a minute, I will leave soon, and I won't stop here to affect your business.

After listening to me, she looked a little weird, but she didn't explain, just spit out two words, "Chixia?"

I was taken aback when I heard the words, "Did the Black Mountain old demon ask you to come?"

Chixia is the pseudonym I have been using when communicating with the old demon of Montenegro. No one will call me that except him and the three best-selling authors who blocked me.

The latter three are not in the sea of ​​clouds.

The expression of the short-haired girl became even weirder, "The old demon of Montenegro didn't send me here, I am the old demon of Montenegro."

"Are you an old demon from Montenegro?"

I looked her up and down again, and speaking of which, the Montenegrin old demon did not say in his letter whether he was a man or a woman.

However, the name itself sounds very masculine, and it also has a bit of quackery, plus it is a pocket book author. There are obviously more men in this line of work, so I also preconceived it. Ranger with beard.

Well, considering the affectation and moaning he showed in that debut novel, it is not ruled out that he is a frail scholar.

But the only thing I didn't think was that she would be a woman.

Seeing that I had been staring at her, the old demon from Heishan took the initiative to say, "I didn't have time to ask in the paper crane just now. You came to the sea of ​​clouds to find your girlfriend, right?"

"Ex-girlfriend." I corrected, "Thanks for the relationship advice you gave me, well mentioned, don't mention it again next time."

Seeing that my expression was wrong, the Black Mountain old demon also guessed something, and said cautiously, "Have you seen it?"

"I don't want to talk about this topic anymore," I interrupted her directly, "Did you bring the spirit stone?"

The Montenegro old demon nodded.

I said to her, "Go, buy the ticket for me first."

I don’t know if it’s because my monkey-playing trip was so tragic that even God couldn’t stand it, but at least it gave me a smooth ride when I went back.

The Montenegro old demon spent 360 and four spirit stones to help me buy a return ticket, and the Kunpeng class would take off after a cup of tea.

I thanked the Montenegrin old demon, and promised her that I would pay her back [-] when I got the living allowance next month.

The black mountain old demon watched me staggering up the Kunpeng, worried, and said to me, "You look terrible now, like, like..."

"The walking dead, the lost dog, I know."

"You really don't need my help?" The old demon from Montenegro asked again, "Or there is something that can make you feel better."

"No more." I shook my head.

Seeing this, the old demon of Montenegro didn't say anything anymore, and nodded at me, "Then take care of yourself."

"Thanks, you too."

Seeing that she turned around and was about to leave the flying platform, and the Kunpeng I was riding was about to spread its wings, I thought of something again, hesitated for a while and spoke again, calling to stop the old black mountain demon.

"I know I shouldn't worry about this nonsense anymore, but if you're free, can you help me find out about Tianxinzong, Senior Brother Song Wen of Qingxuefeng?"

(End of this chapter)