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

Qing Hua was puzzled, "What level is Qing Wu?"


Qing Yi thought for a while and said, "At least B-Class, he's famously obsessed with martial arts among the Descendants of Qing. Other than his cultivation, nothing else matters to him. He's also the only Shadow Candidate who participates in the Shadow competition without a Protector, because the highest level for a Protector is only C-Class, which is still inferior to him."


At that moment, in the large office, Qing Wu handed over a prisoner to the detective and then surprisingly laid down on the desk and fell into a deep sleep, utterly unconcerned about the bloodstains on his body.


It seemed as though this was an all too common occurrence.


Only when the detective took over Lin Haiping did he discover that this mastermind assassin had all his limbs severed and suffered from comminuted fractures.


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