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

However, even so, Li Ke still insisted on finishing all the miscellaneous tasks.


During this time, servants from several other households came to deliver fruits and melons.


Although they claimed to be delivering fruits and melons, those servants were sneakily observing Li Ke's busy figure all along, seemingly trying to probe for some information.


The manor was such a place, everywhere there were people with ulterior motives.


"Tired?" Qing Chen lay on the chair, waiting for the 14-year-old boy in the kitchen to cook.


"Replying to Master, I am a bit tired, but I can still hold on," Li Ke said: "I know, just endure through one week and it will be fine."


"Hmm," Qing Chen responded ambiguously: "Do you have any questions you want to ask me?"


304, Mr. and Master (Requesting Monthly Pass)_2