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 frowned and looked at the B-Class Floating Ship, wondering if the steam train could withstand its firepower.


However, the three B-Class Floating Ships continued flying south, without stopping at all.


The Shadow laughed, "Don't worry, they don't know you're on this steam train. After all, the journey has just begun, and we can't let these people spoil our fun."


His departure this time was extremely concealed, even his appearance had changed, and he hadn't mentioned his route to anyone.


Yet what the Shadow said now was clearly an admission that "I'm the traitor."


"Why did you sell me out," Qing Chen sighed.


"Relax, just keep playing your role, no one will get hurt," the Shadow replied with a smile.


But in his words, there was clearly a hint of killing intent.


Qing Chen paused, finally understanding what the Shadow wanted to do: "You plan to use me as bait, to help me kill those who want to kill me?"


601、The Mystery of Qing Chen's Birth