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 cabin of Luo Shen Building, the fragrance of tea leaves fluttered through the air.


That extraordinary aroma, like a faint jasmine scent, burrowed directly into Qing Chen's nostrils.


However, it seemed that Qing's shadow had no intention of pouring Qing Chen a cup as well, probably because this tea from Taboo Land was too precious.


"You drink tea nonstop every day, how do you find so many tea leaves from Taboo Land, do you go pick them regularly?" Qing Chen asked curiously.


"No need, just plant them outside," Qing's shadow replied nonchalantly.


"Hmm?" Qing Chen hesitated, "Can tea leaves from Taboo Land grow outside too?"


"Of course, they can," Qing's shadow glanced at him, "if you irrigate them with the blood of Transcendents. With so many Transcendents and Genetic Warriors opposing Qing's Family every day, killing a couple of them is enough."


326, The Mad Taboo Land