Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

"Is that enough? If not, I'll call more for you."

Lin Si shoveled the last bite of rice into her mouth and put down her chopsticks with satisfaction.

"That's enough, that's enough. If you eat any more, you won't be able to walk."

Tingyun looked at the empty dishes in front of him, her lips twitched, but she still handed him a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

"...Your appetite is not quite in line with your body size."

"They're still growing."

You're eighteen.

"Eighteen is a crucial period for physical growth."

Tingyun chuckled, too lazy to argue with him.

She raised her hand to call the waiter to settle the bill, then stood up and naturally walked behind Lin Si, pushing the wheelchair.

"Will your sister take you home?"

"No need, no need,"

Lin Si quickly waved her hand and handed the handkerchief back.

Tingyun thought about it for a moment, then didn't insist and took the handkerchief back.

"Okay. Then be careful."

She paused, then took a small purse from her sleeve and stuffed it into Lin Si's hand.

"what is this?"

"These are candies I brought back from Zhu Ming a few days ago. The fox-people children love them, and I thought you would like them too."

Lin Si opened it and took a look. Inside were several amber-colored candies, crystal clear, and they looked sweet.

"Thank you, Sister Tingyun."

"No need to thank me," Tingyun reached out and gently patted him on the head. "Let's go."

Lin Si smiled as she put away her purse and pushed her wheelchair out of Zhiwei Shengyuan.

Tingyun stood at the door, watching his back disappear into the crowd, and stood there for a long time.

Then she looked away and turned to walk in another direction.

After walking a few steps, he stopped again, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, it's me."

Her voice regained its businesswoman-like competence.

"Put the Tarasa line aside for now, no rush. Help me look up some things. Do you have any 'brand' related case studies at the company? Yes, compile them and send them to me."

After hanging up the phone, she put it away, swayed the tip of her tail behind her, and took out the fan she always carried with her to gently fan herself.

"At least I don't have to travel all over the world anymore, so I can relax a bit. Speaking of brands, what brands could Xianzhou possibly have..."

Chapter 57 Bronya, Tomorrow you will succeed as the High Guardian.

"Have you heard? Lady Bronya somehow acquired an 800-meter-tall mechanical monster, and in just one night, she cleared away most of the snowfields near Everwinter Territory!"

"I've heard about it! That's why I'm going to the snowfield with the Iron Guard."

"What are you going to see? Although the Iron Guards and the Builders are building walls there, it's still cold enough out there."

"Hehe, we're just killing time anyway. The builders and guards are working so hard, we should see if we can help in any way."

"That's true. I'll go too."

After a night of fermentation, this morning, after hearing the "exciting" news from last night, conversations like this were heard throughout every corner of Belleburg.

Some people were discussing the origins of that 800-meter-tall mechanical monster, some were speculating about how Bronya obtained it, and others, without saying a word, simply put on thick clothes, carried tools, and headed towards the snowfield.

Regardless, everyone understands one thing.

Belloberg seems to be really changing.

On the snow-covered plain, the wall has been mostly built.

The Iron Guards and the engineers of the city builders are working hard to build a huge metal frame that rises from the frozen ground and extends toward Belberg.

One after another, the geothermal heaters were laid out, like an artery that was awakening.

Cocolia and her group did not sleep all night.

But no one felt sleepy.

Everyone's eyes carry a kind of light.

That light is called hope.

"Commander Jepard!"

A young guard ran over, his face beaming with excitement.

"More than thirty volunteers have arrived! They said they're here to help build the fence!"

Jepard nodded.

"Send them to the east; they're short-handed there."

"Yes!"

The young guard ran off into the distance.

Jepard withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the black soil.

Seven hundred years of snow were blown away overnight.

He recalled the feeling of standing at the foot of the Creation Engine last night, having to look up to see its shoulder, on which stood a person with gray hair fluttering in the moonlight, and a lance in their hand shining like a ball of fire.

That person was Miss Bronya.

Jepard was silent for a moment, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curving up slightly, but he quickly looked away again.

Then he turned around and continued inspecting the construction site.

Inside the tent, Bronya opened her eyes.

Bronya also tried controlling the creation engine last night after Lin Si left.

Then.....

She then understood why the Demon King was laughing so happily.

Who wouldn't laugh at that?

However, Bronya always felt that the star core was subtly guiding her, causing it to release even greater energy.

Bronya sensed something was amiss. Despite the Demon King and the Star Core addressing each other as "uncle" and "nephew," something seemed off.

But Bronya could see that the Demon King was just using her.

So when she sensed something was wrong, she stopped the star core from releasing energy.

Surprisingly, the star core was quite obedient.

After stopping the creation engine, Bronya saw Cocolia and her group building a wall on her way back, so she took a nap next to Cocolia.

She forced herself to fall asleep, after all, she didn't know when the Demon King would come, and if she was too tired when he arrived, wouldn't that be holding him back?

The star core wisely hid itself, preventing Cocolia from discovering it.

Despite having many questions at the time, Cocolia decided to let her daughter go to sleep first, seeing how tired she was.

Bronya, you're awake?

Bronya stepped out of the tent, and Cocolia noticed her immediately.

Bronya walked over.

"Mother."

Cocolia patted her on the shoulder, told the builder, "Let's go with this plan," and then pulled Bronya back into the tent.

Her voice was very low.

"Bronya, tell me honestly, what do you use to power the Creation Engine?"

Bronya paused for a moment.

She looked into Cocolia's eyes. In those eyes was worry, doubt, and something she had never seen before.

She remained silent for a while.

We cannot say it's the star's core.

The Demon King definitely has his own plan, although she doesn't know what that plan is, but the Demon King absolutely doesn't want his mother to know that he is using the Star Core.

She turned her head and glanced at the tent.

The lance leaned against the corner of the tent, its crimson barrel gleaming faintly in the dim light.

She pointed to it.