Naming Technique of the Night
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.
193. The Underworld of the Little Guys_3
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At this moment, in a secluded room, there hung sets of women's clothing, a huge bathroom, and a bathtub—clearly Jiang Xiaotang's personal space.
Jiang Xiaotang propped her chin while sitting at a table, and in front of her stood a dynamic holographic projection; surprisingly, it showed Qing Chen and Huang Zixian talking.
She muttered to herself, somewhat puzzled, "Are they really here to watch the match and learn techniques? But what can you learn from a lightweight level match?
While speaking, her fair legs tucked under her skirt rested on the soft couch in front of her, her embroidered flat shoes particularly bright, making the backs of her feet appear exceptionally pale, as if even the bone patterns and blue veins carried a unique kind of beauty.
Jiang Xiaotang silently watched the young man in the holograph, her thoughts unknown.