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

Before, it had been the same: Qing Chen had broken two ribs, yet he ran the lead during the harsh winter season without a single complaint.


Now, each time travel was fixed at 7 days, so his return was always on Saturday night, which meant he didn't have to go to school the next day.


This feeling was as if the time travel mechanisms intentionally gave all Time Travelers a day off, possibly to adjust their exhausted mindsets during the weekends in the Outer World.


"Brother Chen, Luo Wanya previously provided information that they would be exchanging cash under the Royal City Bridge tonight. Should we stir up some trouble?" Nan Gengchen asked curiously.


"Thinking too much," Zhang Tianzhen said calmly, "After we rescued Luo Wanya, those who were guarding him all died. In such a situation, even a fool would know that the plan has been exposed. If anyone still goes to the underpass of Royal City Bridge tonight, it's definitely an ambush."


328, The Winner of Involution, Luo Wanya_3