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

We are at least 8 kilometers away from the National Treasure Garden Villa District. How long will it take to push it back?


Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "Let's take a taxi back, and have Luo Wanya's men transport it back tomorrow.


When they got back to the villa, it was around 1 a.m.


The three quietly returned to the villa, only to discover upon opening the door that everyone was waiting for them, having not slept at all.


Nan Gengchen's expression seemed a bit unnatural, "Everyone hasn't slept yet?"


XiaoTongyun, leaning on the living room window, asked, "Hey, where are your e-bikes? Didn't you ride out on three of them?"


Qing Chen: "... There was a minor issue, don't worry about such a trivial matter."


Jiang Xue nodded, "Mmh, it's good that you all are fine."


"Take a look at He Xiaoxiao's group chat," Zhang Tianzhen said. "It seems a lot has happened tonight."


338. Person knocking on the door at midnight_2