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

A 30-knot wind speed had reached the point where even within 400 meters, it could still alter the trajectory of a bullet.


While others were enjoying life, Qing Chen was pulling the trigger over and over again in the Mysterious World, trying to win people over with virtue.


While others were wasting their time, Qing Chen was pulling the trigger over and over again in the Mysterious World, trying to win people over with virtue.


So he adapted to all wind speeds, maintaining absolute precision even in such harsh conditions.


But just because he could, didn't mean the security personnel on the Radiant Trumpet could.


Qing Chen often said, when you can't see the future, all you need to do is try your best; time will give you the answer.


"You..." Chilton, half-hidden behind a stack of crab cages, froze on the spot.


411. The Descending Country of God