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

"She does look quite young, but I call her aunt because her ten-year-old daughter calls me brother, so I call her aunt," Qing Chen casually explained.


Upon hearing this, Xu Zimo's lips curved slightly upward, but she quickly realized that wasn't right and pursed her lips to hide her reaction from Qing Chen.


Just at that moment, the business van suddenly stopped.


Zhao Yayu said with a laugh, "I'm just loading up some local products and then I'll be on my way."


As he spoke, he opened the trunk, and through the rearview mirror inside the car, Qing Chen saw two silent young men placing a black box into the trunk.


However, Qing Chen's wheelchair was already in the trunk, leaving no room for the black box to fit.


Zhao Yayu glanced inside the car, then, while no one was paying attention, quietly removed the wheelchair and tossed it aside.


He signaled to the two young men with a look, prompting them to lift the box into the trunk.


298, Absolute Gun Feel_2