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

This orthodox cultivation method can drive people mad.


But the problem is, the orthodox cultivation method is too rare. Where did that young instructor get it from?


At this time, someone remembered that when the instructor named Qing Chen first arrived, someone had investigated him, saying he was a Genetic Warrior from Li Changqing's side.


Would a person who has the orthodox cultivation method inject himself with a Genetic Potion?!


However, the Secretariat would definitely not make a mistake.


Thus, the origins and identity of Qing Chen became even more mysterious.


After completing his run, Li Ke headed straight for the Zhi Xin Courtyard.


At the door, two chubby boys had been waiting early. Seeing Li Ke, they asked, "Last night when we were kneeling outside, you were in the Autumn Leaf Courtyard, right?"


Li Ke glanced at them and replied, "Hmm."


312, It's Too Late (Request for Monthly Votes)_2