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

Qing Chen thought for a moment: "Alright."


"You send those girls who have been injected with drugs back. After that, someone will come to you wearing a red face mask. At that time, you'll know they are my people."


This might be the Parents' Meeting's first step into the North.


Zhang Qinghuan looked longingly at the departing steam train, recalling that young man's handsome face, suddenly feeling it looked familiar...


Wait, isn't this the Qing Chen Inspector who just made a huge splash in the Federation, breaking out from the Jindai Consortium's A02 base?!


In the darkness, the soldiers devoured their food ravenously, almost choking.


Qing Chen said: "Don't eat so much for the first three meals. Start with some bread and water to settle your stomach. Tomorrow we'll have hotpot!"


As the steam train re-entered the light, there was a cheer on board.


552. Conferment of Honors_2