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

At 10 p.m., in the Fifth District on Changning Road.


A young man was leisurely walking down the street, sucking on a lollipop, and taking great interest in the city's night scene.


He joked over the headphone communication channel, "Commander, the city is indeed more interesting. Could you be kind enough to transfer us to the Garrison Forces of the number 10 city? Always being in the wilderness, there's not even a single female soldier in the barracks! Or send us to the front lines, let us cross fists with the special forces of Jindai and Deer Island. That would add some passion to life!"


The voice of Qing's shadow sounded in the headphones, "Finish this job and I'll give you a two-month-long holiday."


Another person's wail came through the headphones, "Commander, please stop leading us on. Last time you said I could take a long holiday, and the next day you pulled me back into service."


395, A good play