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

The first floor of the villa was very spacious, especially the long dining table in the dining room, which could accommodate 16 people.


When buying the house, Hu Xiaoniu was most satisfied with this dining table; he thought it would be interesting if the brothers and sisters from the Daytime organization could gather every day for meals and laughter.


At that moment, the Daytime members were sitting on the north side of the rectangular dining table, while Luo Wanya sat alone on the south side.


This local tycoon from Los Angeles City, looking at the serious expressions of the Time Travelers across from him, suddenly felt as if he were about to be interrogated.


To tell the truth, he had been "cleansed" for a long time and had not been interrogated in years. The days of living on the edge were long gone.


The scene before him even gave him the illusion that his youth had returned.


310, Wise Man