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

"How long is the boss planning to sleep?" Zhang Mengchan asked curiously.


Beside the campfire, Qing Chen had fallen into a deep sleep after escaping danger, sleeping for a full 12 hours, while Yangyang stood guard over him for those 12 hours.


Yangyang glanced at Qing Chen: "It's probably the first time in months he's been able to sleep so soundly."


"Is the boss really that exhausted?" Zhang Mengchan asked curiously.


"Yeah," Yangyang said, "your boss is the kind of person who's always racing against time, planning every moment of his time meticulously and never stopping. The fact that he can sleep so well means he's let go of some things after capturing Jindai Yunhe."


"Where are we going next?" Zhang Mengchan asked curiously.


Yangyang smiled and said, "Let's wait until your boss wakes up before deciding."


Just then, Jindai Yasuhito, drenched in cold sweat, came over carrying a bundle of firewood and placed it beside the campfire.


585. Shadow's Meeting Gift