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

Zhang Jian couldn't help but look at the figure of the girl, only to see her throw a rope into the sea, pulling up the unharmed Qing Chen.


Zhang Jian and the others were shocked. Qing Chen really hadn't died, and he seemed to be in good condition, apparently unafraid of the icy waters.


Who exactly is this person, and what has brought him to the Barents Sea?


Before this, Zhang Jian was quite certain he had never seen Qing Chen come up for air!


His gaze towards Qing Chen and the girl changed. Now, even if someone told him that the girl could fly, he wouldn't be surprised at all!


Only to see Qing Chen laugh heartily and say, "All taken care of."


As he spoke, he tossed the several daggers he was holding onto the deck, and the girl whispered, "You didn't kill anyone, did you?"


Qing Chen thought for a moment, "These people don't hold any deep grudges against me; there's no need for a bloodbath here."


405, Sea Monster_3