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

Hu Xiaoniu honestly said, "Curious, to say I'm not curious would definitely be a lie."


"Then why don't you ask me," Qing Chen said.


"Because I'm no longer some rich second generation, just an ordinary Daytime Member, and I don't have the qualifications to ask about anything. It's enough to just do my own thing," Hu Xiaoniu earnestly said, "Qing Chen, when we met, it might have given you a bad impression of me, but I have left behind that past identity. Now I'm just Bai Zhouhu Xiaoniu."


"Sit down," Qing Chen said, crossing his legs on the yoga mat opposite Hu Xiaoniu.


In fact, he had been thinking about a question.


With Hu Xiaoniu's bright and straightforward, fair and equable character, could he pass the test of conscience?


If the other party could pass, then it meant they would have a higher ceiling to reach.


Originally, Qing Chen had not held much hope.


But having observed for some time, Qing Chen wanted to give Hu Xiaoniu a chance to try.


328, The Winner of Involution, Luo Wanya_2