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

When a person dies socially, no lie is innocent.


When Jiang Xue saw the 'boss' saying he wouldn't move, she was inwardly chuckling because Qing Chen was clearly going to move, it was just that the boss wasn't moving.


Whether the boss moves or not, what does it have to do with me, Qing Chen?


Now, Jiang Xue particularly enjoyed watching Qing Chen lie so earnestly.


But what she didn't expect was that the lies of the little rich woman were no different from those of the boss.


Li Tongyun was definitely going to move with Jiang Xue, but the 'little rich woman' couldn't move. If she did, she would have to endure a beating first...


Fortunately, Qing Chen had left a room for each of them in the villa, so when XiaoTongyun joined the group chat again, no one would notice.


Liu Dezhu: "Little rich woman, why aren't you moving?"


Little rich woman: "I'm not a local of Los Angeles City, ah. I became a Time Traveler by accident during a trip, so I can't move over."


308. The Method of Empowerment (Request for Monthly Votes)