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

At that time, a young man was sitting in the Old Mi's Mutton and Bread Soup Shop across from the examination hall, carefully tearing a piece of bread in his hands.


He was wearing a pair of Bluetooth headphones and said to Huan Yu on the other end, "Boss, you had a bet with Daytime Boss before, right? You'd become his slave if he found you, right?"


Huan Yu calmly replied, "Yes, what about it."


"But it was your brother who made the bet with him, do you acknowledge it?" Zard asked curiously.


"Of course, I acknowledge it," Huan Yu said indifferently.


"Then maybe I should report you to Daytime and join him directly, sort of as a dowry from me, how about that?" Zard suggested enthusiastically. "I don't mind the disgrace."


"Then I'll discuss it with your brother tomorrow," Zard said with a chuckle. "But don't worry, I won't do it if he disagrees, you don't have to silence me."


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