princess from the underworld

Chapter 286 text 296
Jiang Wenhan is a very high-profile person.

Why do you say that?
Because this mountain-like residence in front of him shows how high-profile he is.

I still remember when Ziyan asked the passerby where Jiang Wenhan lived, the passerby looked at her like a monster, and now I know, but why they are so strange.

The Jiang Mansion completely occupied a mountain called Fenglan on the outskirts of Liguo Landu!No wonder the elders of the sect said that Jiang Wenhan's mansion was easy to find.

Looking at it from Ziyan's angle, you have to turn your head up 90° to see it.A gate with a width of ten meters stands at the foot of the mountain. On the big red plaque, the word "Jiangfu" is written in dragons and phoenixes, and it is signed.

Yuzhi, that is, Jiang Wenhan's own words.

After all, he is the No. [-] writer, but he never thought he would be a diamond tycoon!
With a muffled rumbling sound, the inconceivably large door opened slowly, at a very slow speed. After a while, a boy in Tsing Yi came out, but no one followed behind him.

Zi Yan narrowed her eyes, this kid opened the door by himself? !
"Master Danyun, my son has an invitation." His tone was calm, neither humble nor overbearing, as if everything was expected.

Zi Yan put away the fan in her hand, and smiled at him, "Please."

Then followed him into Jiangfu.

This is a mansion built on the hillside. It cleverly encloses the entire mountain within its sphere of influence. The lush forests, small rocks with regular heights, and small streams gurgling down are revealing everywhere. A wild breath.

Not far away, a building with red walls and green tiles is hidden in it, and the exquisite roof is really beautiful.

But Ziyan and the others didn't stop in front of the house, but continued to go deeper until they reached a small pavilion on the lake.

The lakeside is full of green lotus leaves, and there are some buds that seem to be blooming. The powder is white, under the moonlight, swaying with the wind, like a graceful woman dancing lightly. sight.

There is a thin layer of white gauze all around the pavilion, blowing flutteringly in the cool wind, the figure inside is wearing a purple robe, with his back facing the purple face, his long hair is loosely tied with a red thread, vaguely It can also be seen that his feet are raised on the stone table, and his hands are casually leaning on the railing of the pavilion.

(End of this chapter)