The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

Jiang Xue thought about how the other person had just crawled out of the icy lake, with a severe injury on his left arm, yet still managed to maintain meticulous thoughts. She felt a pang of heartache.


"I won't try to persuade you," Jiang Xue whispered, "your aunt will assist you."


"Thank you," Qing Chen said with a smile.


"By the way, you can sleep on the bed later, and I'll sleep on the sofa outside. Just call me if you need anything," Jiang Xue said.


"Okay," Qing Chen didn't decline. The executive suite had only one large bed, with a bedroom inside and a living room added outside, so one of them had to sleep on the sofa.


After all, both of them couldn't sleep on the bed.


Besides, Qing Chen knew he couldn't outstubborn Jiang Xue and decided not to waste time.


He applied some ointment to his left arm and then lay down on the bed, picking up his cellphone with his right hand.


At this point, He Xiaoxiao's group chat had somehow already exploded.


295. The most low-key reinforcements_3