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

Qing Chen wanted to pinch some bait, but the old man suddenly became vigilant: "What are you doing?"


With that, the old man clasped the metal box containing the bait to his chest.


"Look at you, how can you be so stingy? You're a big figure after all, is it necessary?" Qing Chen was displeased.


"No, do you know that bait fishing is an art? I've made a good baiting spot; you can't just throw any bait into it," the old man said.


"Fine," Qing Chen squatted by the broken bridge and casually threw the hook into the water.


With a splash, Qing Chen only felt the fishing line in his hand tighten.


Qing Chen thought about it and said, "Although I've never fished before, I guess a fish has bitten the hook."


With that, he exerted a little strength in his hand and pulled an even larger dragon fish out of the water than the one from yesterday.


284. Unique Way of Understanding Shadow Controversy_3