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

Qing Chen once said when she left Los Angeles City that she was going to the south to do some things.


Now that I think about it, it must also be related to the wilderness clans in the south, right?


But calculating the time, even if they really circled the Earth, they should have already arrived in the south.


Qing Chen is different from other Daytime Members; she doesn't need to depend on anyone to exist and has her own goals. Sometimes Qing Chen felt that the force field ability was the most suitable for this girl, allowing her to fly freely.


That's not the point, though. The important question is, among those in the south receiving the goods, will Qing Chen be there?


Thinking this, Qing Chen felt somewhat relieved.


At this moment, Qing Chen looked at Guo Huchan. This bald man was here to rendezvous with the Freemasonry, tasked with transporting the goods they were shipping out to the south.


344, the deception limps