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

He Jinqiu walked out, took two steps, then stopped and said to the flight attendant with a smile, "Oh, right, I have a friend in economy class. He rode the shuttle bus with me."


While he was speaking, Zheng Yuandong, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, came from the back of the cabin. His gloved hands tightly concealed his mechanical limbs.


As the Kunlun Leader, he naturally didn't need to worry about international security checks.


Amsterdam hadn't issued any special regulations for the entry and exit of Time Travelers; everyone was free to come and go, including He Jinqiu, the Leader of Kyushu who loved to stir up trouble overseas. He wasn't restricted from entering...


This was one of the few European countries that didn't restrict He Jinqiu's entry...


402, Go to sea! _3