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

At times like this, killing someone underwater is too easy—just cut the oxygen tube, and the sailor is certain to die.


The mysterious figure under the sea seemed only interested in confiscating his dagger, not intending to kill anyone.


The sailor thought for two seconds, turned around, and swam back to the Tiger Whale, his knife had been seized, and there was no way to do the job of cutting the buoy.


Moreover, if the other party had the ability to confiscate his dagger, they definitely had the ability to kill him.


Since the other party had already spared his life, he shouldn't be ungrateful...


At this very moment, the same thing was still happening continuously at the bottom of the sea.


Zhang Jian wrapped his clothes tightly around him, standing on the Arctic's deck, extremely anxious. Five minutes had passed, but Qing Chen still hadn't appeared on the surface.


That Qing Chen must be dead by now, right? Who can hold their breath for so long?!


405, Sea Monster_2