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

Two people emerged from the secret passage, and Li Changqing looked around the room like a curious baby, "The old man used to slip out through here for his escapades, didn't he?"


"You talk about your father like that, you're really okay with it?" Qing Chen couldn't help but laugh and cry.


Li Changqing gave him an odd look, "What's wrong with that? The old man had 11 wives in his lifetime. That's how the conglomerates are."


Qing Chen was taken aback; when the old man had said on Longhu Broken Bridge, "She is still waiting for me down there," he had thought the other person must be very faithful and devoted, and he had even felt admiration.


Now that he thought about it, the other person should have said, "They are still waiting for me down there," right?


Qing Chen wondered, "Don't the conglomerates have to comply with the marriage law?"


Li Changqing said, "Who dares to control the conglomerates? The law is virtually non-existent in front of them."


320, Reverse Brainwashing_2