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

In there, there were many statues mixed in whose names Qing Chen couldn't recall, probably representing the varied beliefs within the Inner World.


This was a very practical era, where gifts always consisted of things that could be turned into cash, avoiding anything flashy yet impractical.


Looking at the gift list, Qing Chen even thought about going to the old man tomorrow to ask for another change of residence.


"Is anyone there?" The person outside carried a smile in his voice. It was Li Changqing.


Qing Chen went to open the courtyard door, only to see Li Changqing feigning a look of resentment as he spoke, "Was that necessary? After all, I was the one who recommended you to the Martial Arts School. The old man arranged a new residence for you, and you moved out from mine on the very day. Couldn't you have hesitated a bit?"


302. The Secret of Autumn Leaf Courtyard_3