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

"I'm really curious, what exactly happened between you two?" Qing Chen felt a bit puzzled. "Logically speaking, as disciples of the same master, shouldn't you be more united?"


"United with him?" Li Dongze scoffed. "I've known him for over ten years now, and in these years, he has stood me up 51 times. How can I be united with him?"


Qing Chen thought to himself that it was indeed a historical issue.


"Jiang Xiaotang was also adopted by master, right? It seems Su Xingzhi was another orphan adopted by master. Then why doesn't Jiang Xiaotang recognize Su Xingzhi?" Qing Chen wondered.


"Su Xingzhi wasn't a child adopted by our boss," Li Dongze glanced at Qing Chen. "His identity is a bit more special. As a child, our boss had him fostered with other families, other than us few who were the earliest orphans adopted by the boss, no one else knew of his existence."


Qing Chen grew curious, wondering if Su Xingzhi had a unique background.


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