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

Her reputation, the reputation she has maintained since childhood.

The image she painstakingly built as the next Great Guardian.

It's all over.

Lin Si squinted at Sang Bo, a question forming in her mind.

What's this guy standing there for? Has another bug appeared?

He held up his gun, wanting to poke Sambo again with the gun-knife to see if he could trigger any plot developments.

Seeing the guns and knives getting closer and closer, Sambo stopped being silent and quickly took two steps back.

"Hey, hey, hey? Sister, alright, alright, I, Old Sangbo, admit defeat this time. Here, take it all."

As he spoke, he took something out of his pocket.

Red sausage, another red sausage, and a pile of broken parts.

A crumpled, tattered map.

A few screws whose purpose is unknown.

Bronya almost burst into tears as she watched this scene.

A citizen of Belloberg, in order to avoid being shot and killed by the daughter of the great protector who was supposed to protect the people, actually took out all his savings!

Look at what he pulled out: sausages, broken parts, old maps... nothing of value.

He must be the kind of citizen who lives in poverty, making a living by selling small items and struggling to survive in this freezing weather.

And she is Bronya Rand, daughter of the High Guardian, and the future guardian of Beloborg.

She's robbing him now!

They robbed a poor citizen!

Although she didn't do it herself, her body, her face, and her gun were used!

Bronya felt as if her conscience was being roasted on a fire.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

"My lord, I, Bronya Rand, swear to God, this was not my intention! Once I regain control of my body, I will make it up to you tenfold!"

Lin Si had no idea what Bronya was thinking.

He frowned as he watched Sambo's movements, a wary glint in his eyes.

Something's not right; there's a problem.

The character he controls is said to be the daughter of the Great Guardian, which should be the daughter of the city's leader. She always brings several regular army guards when she comes to the wilderness.

This old Sambo, he dares to come out into the wilderness alone, he must be quite skilled.

After all, the wild is full of monsters, and anyone without some fighting ability would have died eight hundred times over.

He was capable of fighting and had experience in wilderness survival, yet he didn't put up any resistance when robbed and just accepted his fate.

Honestly, if it were Lin Si himself, and someone pointed a gun at him in the game, at such close range, he would have countless ways to instantly retaliate.

Although this old Sambo is definitely not as good as me, and is just a game NPC, he still has combat power and experience, and the NPCs in this game seem to be quite intelligent so far.

So you're just going to give up so easily?

Lin Si didn't believe it.

He squinted, staring intently at Sambo's every move.

Sambo was still taking things out, but a question arose in his mind.

Not right.

Why isn't Bronya reacting at all?

The things he pulled out, a normal person would normally glance at them, even just scan them to check if they were valuable.

But she didn't.

Those eyes remained fixed on him, unmoving.

As expected of the daughter of the Great Guardian, she is so vigilant.

He kept waiting, waiting for Bronya's gaze to shift even the slightest bit.

The moment her gaze leaves him for a second, he can pull out a tear gas canister and escape in the chaos.

He had used this trick countless times, and it never failed him.

But now.....

Why doesn't she look at it?

Sambo was getting a little anxious.

He rummaged through his things more and more slowly, glancing around out of the corner of his eye, searching for an escape route.

But in this frozen, snowy landscape, where can we run to?

Moreover, Bronya's position conveniently blocked all his possible escape routes.

This is not a coincidence; she did it on purpose.

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Sambo's forehead.

"Could it be that these things are worthless and she's not interested?"

He gritted his teeth; you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.

Bronya is here, so there must be Silvermane Guards nearby. Although he can't see them now, if he gets surrounded, it will be difficult to escape.

We must act swiftly and decisively.

He gritted his teeth, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a huge, gleaming gold cup!

The cup was as big as a head, gilded all over, and inlaid with various gemstones, shining brightly in the wind and snow.

Lin Si's gaze was instantly drawn to it.

Holy crap? This cup looks so familiar.

No, that's not the point.

The key point is, is his pocket some kind of four-dimensional pocket? How can he pull out such a big cup?!

Is this even reasonable?!

Just as Lin Si's gaze was drawn to the golden cup, Sang Bo's lips curled into a smile, and with lightning speed, he pulled a round object from his pocket.

Tear gas smoke bombs!

He slammed himself to the ground!

Then.....

boom!

A shot rang out.

The tear gas grenade was accurately hit by the bullet in mid-air, flying more than ten meters away before landing on the snow and rolling twice.

Although it exploded, it was too far away from the two people to have any effect.

Sambo: "......"

He remained frozen in his throwing posture, his smile frozen on his face.

Lin Si's lips curled up slightly.

mock up.

Are you waiting here to sabotage him?

Unfortunately, Lin Si is a gaming guru.

In terms of wits, I've got it all figured out!

"You little bastard, you're pretty good at this, aren't you?"

Chapter 7 Bronya, could she have lost her memory?

Lin Si's voice rang out slowly, carrying three parts mockery, three parts amusement, and four parts sarcasm that said, "You're trying to play these tricks on me."

Sambo slowly lowered his hand, turned his head, and looked at the smoke grenade that had landed in the distance.

Then he slowly turned back to look at the gray-haired girl in front of him, who was holding a gun and had a smile on her lips.

His expression was priceless.

After a while, Sangbo took a deep breath, and the slick smile on his face finally faded, replaced by a more serious expression.

"Sister, great marksmanship."

He clapped his hands and actually started applauding.

"I, Old Sambo, have traveled all over the country for many years and have seen many masters, but none like you,"