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

Old John said joyfully, "Right here, we'll drop 80 crab cages, each spaced 400 feet apart!"


At that moment, he hadn't realized that his poor acting skills hadn't fooled the captain of the Long Tail, and the Tiger Whale and the Alps were also on their way.


Qing Chen whispered to Young Young, "Are there still many crabs below?"


Young Young silently sensed, wanting to report an exact number like Qing Chen, which would seem impressive.


However, after counting for a long time, she did not figure it out, so she simply answered, "A lot."


Qing Chen, "...Did that answer take a long time to think about?"


Young Young calmly said, "I'm a bit tired."


Qing Chen didn't dwell on the detail, turning to Old John, "Let's lower all the crab cages. I see that Long Tail won't just leave easily, and if they come back to play a prank, it could affect the Arctic's earnings."


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