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 Shadow raised an eyebrow and looked at Qing Chen: "What? Are you still thinking about inheriting my Door of Shadow? Save it, I've already decided who to give it to."


The condition for containing the Door of Shadow is to remain single forever.


Qing Chen retorted angrily: "I'm not thinking about that ungrateful taboo item!"


The Giant Ding Dong sat clumsily at the edge of the cliff, his stout little legs swinging off the side.


He strained his eyes, seemingly trying to see the entrance to the 002 Taboo Land, waiting for a figure.


At this moment, the Qing Shan Falcon circled twice in the sky and landed beside Ding Dong.


The figure, akin to a floating airship, didn't seem quite so large compared to Ding Dong. The man and the bird appeared surprisingly harmonious.


The Qing Shan Falcon let out a cry: "Chirp!"


633, friend from afar, Ding Dong_3