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

Tuan Zi sat in the car, pondering seriously, "May I ask you one more question?"


Qing Chen rubbed his cold hands, while blowing warm breath into them he said, "Sure, you're willing to give me a lift, which is just like saving my life. You can ask anything you want."


After thinking for a bit, Tuan Zi asked, "What are the times of the year when the Federation is affected by the southwest monsoon and the southeast monsoon?"


Qing Chen looked astonished, "The Federation is only affected by the southeast monsoon, there's no southwest monsoon."


This question was obviously chosen by Tuan Zi to test if Qing Chen was a Time Traveler; in the Outer World, China is affected by two types of monsoons during the summer—the southwest monsoon and the southeast monsoon. However, in the Inner World, with its vast territory and the Southwest Snow Mountain range even higher and more majestic than in the Outer World, the southwest monsoon is completely blocked.


363, a Wilderness Hunter with the surname Qin