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

In the small Autumn Leaf Courtyard, every blue slate on the ground was already occupied by people.


According to Qing Chen's usual habits, he should have already closed the door to visitors by now.


Qing Chen looked at Li Ke, "It's alright, a teacher must sometimes forsake certain things for his students."


Li Ke muttered softly, "Sir, this doesn't sound like something you would say."


Qing Chen had his reasons for keeping these students in the Autumn Leaf Courtyard.


After all, they were the Li Family's treasures, the Li Family's future. The old man surely knew that the secret of the passage had been leaked, and enemies could use this corridor at any time.


At such times, how could it be possible for the other party not to send a master to protect the vicinity of the Autumn Leaf Courtyard?


So, as long as the Li Family's precious ones remained in the Autumn Leaf Courtyard, Qing Chen himself would be safe.


315, the secret to take to the grave, and a request