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

"You can't just dismiss me with 'it's tasty'," Qing Chen remarked to Ding Dong.


(It can also relieve heat and reduce fire!)


Qing Chen thought to himself that this statement didn't hit the nail on the head. The old folks had Ding Dong deliver the item; how could it just be tasty and heat-relieving? That's too simple, right?


Speaking of which, this thing... Ding Dong usually uses it as a snack, right?!


Everyone says the creatures from the Taboo Land are magical, like the Dragon Fish Qing Chen had eaten.


Since Ding Dong grew up deep within the Taboo Land, it only ate these things every day, no wonder it was so robust...


I wonder what level Ding Dong would be classified as if it went out into the Inner World?


Too bad, Ding Dong is too naive, and Qing Chen felt bad about using it.


"What about mine?" Qing Chen asked, looking up and smiling.


357, Spy Bureau!