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

"Xiao Zhenji, how did you meet your master?" Yang Yang held the little girl's hand, soaring through the sky.


"My grandma and I run a small hot spring inn in Shirakawa Village, then my master booked a month," Jinguji Maki answered seriously, cautiously glancing at Yang Yang: "Are you really my master's wife?"


Seeing her so pure, Yang Yang sighed and said, "Of course. We even had a child together, but she was unfortunately stolen. If she were still here, she'd be about your age."


"Ah?!" Xiao Zhenji froze, unable to handle the bizarre Yang Yang, naturally believing her: "Did you try to find your child afterwards?"


Yang Yang's expression grew sorrowful: "I did, but couldn't find her. So your master has always had a knot in his heart, arguing with me. Now that he's taken you as his apprentice, maybe that knot has been untied."


Jinguji Maki's little head was in chaos, not knowing how this "master's wife" casually joked like it was nothing.


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