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

Atop the sheer cliffs of the green mountains, Li Ke personally dug a grave for his grandfather behind the cliff, where he buried the old man.


From then on, the man would forever be accompanied by the rising sun and the wind.


"Don't be sad, his wish has been fulfilled, and he has no regrets," Qing Chen said calmly.


Li Ke wiped his tears with the back of his hand, "Yes, I understand, it's just hard to let go. Grandfather was always very strict, but when I was very little, he would sternly scold my father, and when my father bowed his head in shame, he would secretly slip me candy and wink at me to keep it a secret. He was never a harsh person, it was just the position he held demanded that of him."


Qing Chen sighed, "He spent his life playing a role he did not wish to play, but he played it well."


355. Qing Chen's Property