Time flies, time flies.

Lu Ming doesn't know how long he has been in this wonderland.

in this wonderland, time is a very abstract thing. There is no change of sun and moon, no night and day. The trees of the four seasons are always open, and all kinds of rare animals run around. I don't see how I grew up.

standing on the top of Xianshan mountain, Lu Ming continues to look down. People on earth are still in a hurry. Some are busy living, some are busy dying. There's pain, there's laughter, there's tears. Lu Minghu's eyes are crazy.

Xiao Ling did not know when he appeared behind...