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 evening after the time travel.


"Sir, the meal is ready," Li Ke went to clean the stone table with a cloth diligently before placing the dishes on the table.


In front of Qing Chen, there were four dishes and a soup, while in front of Li Ke, there was only a Dragon Fish.


"Stop chewing on the fish bones, you really can't break them down," Qing Chen sighed. He thought to himself, why is this kid even more stubborn than I am?


Just the night before, Qing Chen had tried chewing on a fish bone again, taking advantage of his newfound transformation, but still couldn't break it down.


If he himself couldn't do it, it was even less likely that Li Ke could.


Li Ke looked a bit despondent, and Qing Chen asked, "You know there are only 17 Dragon Fish left in the lake, so you're worried that eating only eight wouldn't be enough for you to transform, right?"


313. Night Attack and the Murderous Intent at the End of the Corridor