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

Humans are a strange animal; things should be based on equivalent exchange, but you might feel shortchanged in a deal if the other party completes their part too easily.


Therefore, it was a correct move that Qing Chen did not immediately rescue Luo Wanya after this time travel.


At least now, Luo Wanya, pushed to a dead end and having personally experienced brutality, had a completely different mindset than before.


"Family, you finally came, I thought you weren't coming," Luo Wanya said, tears streaming down his face, mingling with the blood, looking as disheveled as possible as he tried to grasp Liu Dezhu's hand.


At that moment, Liu Dezhu thought this guy must have some issues, "Who is your family?"


"Hurry and get out of the car," he told the Time Travelers, "save any questions until after we've left this place."


"Who are you?" a Time Traveler asked, trembling.


321, Agreement