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

(Yes, they are being chased by a group of people. Are those young people your friends? I can go and help you chase away those who are pursuing them!)


Qing Chen shook his head, "No need, thank you Ding Dong; I appreciate your kindness."


Ding Dong scratched his head, not understanding why Qing Chen would refuse.


In fact, the young man's thoughts were simple: he felt that Ding Dong was too kind, unwilling even to harm ants on the ground, so how could he ask Ding Dong to engage in fighting and killing?


In this world, some people always like to bully the kind; the kinder others are, the more these people take advantage.


The elderly man behind him said, "Hey, kid, translate what Ding Dong is saying, will you? I can only hear what you're saying but can't hear him, and it's really frustrating."


Qing Chen wondered internally about where he should start translating with so much that Ding Dong had said.


354. There are always one or two winds in the world that fill my 108,000 dreams_2