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

The dilapidated camper shambled down the road, with Qing Chen driving it while navigating to the destination on his phone.


Jinguji Maki was in the back of the camper, unwrapping her gifts one by one.


Today was the happiest day in Xiao Zhenji's life—the cold winter of her life was finally dispersed by the warm sunlight.


Her long hair fell like a shiny black waterfall.


The little girl's delicate face was like a porcelain doll.


But as Xiao Zhenji unpacked her gifts, she found something odd. Holding one in her hand, she asked, "Master, did you ask that little girl what kinds of gifts she received, and then you bought the same ones?"


Qing Chen kept his eyes on the road, not turning his head: "Yes."


Xiao Zhenji's face was full of confusion: "But Master, would any little girl really receive pink dumbbells as a gift?"


Qing Chen nodded earnestly: "Yes, someone has received them before, so I bought them for you. Go train now. Today, we've got to increase the training volume."


514, Master's wife