Jiang Nanjun woke up from a coma, not only found himself lying in an elegant and chic room, but also saw a bowl of eagle-beaked bat blood on the kang table on the couch.

"It's ...... Who did it? He was full of suspicion, hesitating whether he should touch this red soup of unknown origin.

But after not eating for such a long time, he was already hungry, and what was in front of him was indeed the food he was hungry for.

The red blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, and he was suddenly lost, staring blankly at the empty bowl that was still stained with blood, and did not reach out to wipe it.

After sitting for a long time, as soon as he let go of his hand, the bowl fell to the kang, rolled to the ground, and fell in half. His face was full of shame, and he buried his head heavily in his arms, and his body curled up in a ball, crying bitterly.

His shoulders rose and fell, and he asked himself sadly, "Why?" Why should I be alone and miserable in the world? How did I get to where I am today? ”

At this moment, a demonic figure outside the door was about to knock on the door, but when he glimpsed the situation in the house through the crack in the door, the knocking hand slowly lowered again, sighed lightly, and walked away silently.

After drinking the red soup, Jiangnan Junti was extremely fast, and he was able to walk around without a pillar of incense.

He pulled up his trousers and examined the wound that the demon dragon had bitten, the wound had been carefully treated, and it was wrapped in a unique fragrance of ointment, which was refreshing.

"What the hell is this place? Since the furnishings are so elegant, it shows that the owner has a good temperament, and I hope it will not be another Longtan tiger's den! Guessing and praying in his heart, he got up and walked to the door, and with a pull of his hand, he easily let go of it.

"This man didn't imprison me!" He was overjoyed again, and walked out.

Leaving the room and walking through the crooked porch, he came to a fairyland-like garden.

Passing through the Half Moon Gate, a rockery with unique ingenuity and mountains is the first thing that catches your eye, separating the scenery in the park from the houses outside the Moon Gate.

Crossing the rockery, there is a sense of turning the peak loop, only to see the clouds in the garden are swirling, as if there are fairy clouds falling from the sky, and then drifting away in the garden.

A few crane birds with vermilion on their heads, strolling leisurely on the side of the natural but exquisite mountain rocks, and the peony Turui peony in the flower garden competes for fragrance, which is so Wei Zi Yao Huang, and the extravagance is compelling.

Standing among the flowers, Jiang Nanjun felt that the flowers and plants here seemed to be different from other places, although all plants have life, but the vitality of these plants is more like spirituality.

For example, when he reached out to touch the delicate petals of the peony, the flowers would gently duck in shyness, and when he turned around and pretended not to look at them again, they seemed to begin to gather behind him, whispering and giggling.

In the middle of the garden is a huge pond as wide as a river, and two white marble bridges span the pond, but the posture is different.

He leaned over to look into the pool, countless flowers in the gentleman is on the surface of the water or budding or blooming, the wide emerald green lotus leaves are connected, holding the pink lotus, although there is no wind, but can't help swaying briskly, showing the clear posture of the water and the wind.

Under the lotus leaves, among the clear water, groups of gorgeous koi fish are swimming happily, and from time to time one or two leap into the air, as if drawing a neon path among the fairy clouds.

Looking at this infinitely beautiful lotus pond, a hundred years ago with Feng Ni on the shore of West Lake, the scene of rowing lotus picking actually reappeared in front of him, he couldn't help but whisper with tears, "Under the sunset with Qing, shake the lotus picking boat together." Hold your hand and smell the fragrance from afar, and gaze at the ......"

After chanting this, I heard a voice behind me, like flowing water, and continued: "The sun is scattered and the clouds are returning, and it is difficult for you to feel difficult." The 100-year period is still looking forward to it, and it has been accompanied by Dan's heartbrokenness. ”

Hearing that someone continued his poem, the content was so appropriate, Jiang Nanjun looked back in amazement, but saw a man dressed in a colorful golden brocade robe, long black hair and a shawl, and a face as beautiful and bewitching as a hibiscus flower behind him, looking at him with a smile.

When the man moved to this side, countless pear petals as white as snow flew under his feet, and with every step, those petals followed closely, making him fragrant every step of the way. (To be continued.) )