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

At a certain moment, the old man's consciousness flickered, and it seemed as if he had truly once walked among those towering knights.


Together, they conquered the stars and the seas.


Together, they galloped through the wilderness, seeing all the rivers and streams.


At this moment, Hu Xiaoniu paused at a height of 411 meters for a brief rest, feeling his whole body trembling and almost unable to continue.


He wanted to look down, but before he could lower his head, he found that Qing Chen had overtaken him with the old man on his back, taking a different route!


After taking a deep breath, Hu Xiaoniu said, "I might not be able to climb any higher."


Qing Chen turned his head toward Hu Xiaoniu, "I'll wait for you at the top of the mountain."


The youth didn't say any more nonsense, because every knight must walk his own path.


354. There are always one or two winds in the world that fill my 108,000 dreams_4