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

"Boss, why are you checking on these two people?" Yan Chunmi asked cautiously, "Aren't they candidates for Qing's shadow?"


Qing Chen glanced at Yan Chunmi, "You were just following me, so you must have seen Qing Yi too. This time in the struggle for the shadow, I want to help Qing Yi win."


"I see, you have already chosen Qing Yi. Although we know that Qing Yi might be concealing his skills now, he still isn't the best among all the shadow candidates," Yan Chunmi murmured softly.


"What, do you have an opinion? Who do you want to choose?" Qing Chen asked.


"I don't have any opinion, I'll support whoever you choose, boss," Yan Chunmi laughed, "By the way, about the Kite Falcons on this side..."


Qing Chen glanced at her, "Finish those two tasks I mentioned first, then we'll talk about the rest. Alright, go on with your work."


Yan Chunmi sighed, the new boss seemed to know that the Kite Falcons were also a bit anxious, so he wasn't in a hurry at all.


Who arranged this?