C294 One year

The endless cycle of life and death, a quiet dream.

The pain in his dream was still the same. In the illusion world, Lu Fan died time and time again, struggling and struggling.

Time passed, and to the outside world, not even half an incense stick of time had passed. But to Lu Fan, a year had already passed.

One year, three hundred and sixty-five days.

In the beginning, every day