Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

She looked at Danheng, her tone carrying a gentleness that had transcended the years.

"Danfeng, it's been a long time, or should I call you Danheng now?"

Dan Heng: "........."

No, who did he see?

Bai Heng? Is it Bai Heng? Bai Heng has come back to life?

Because of Danfeng's influence, Danheng knew about Baiheng, and that memory had a profound impact on Danheng.

Therefore, he had a deep impression of Bai Heng.

He wanted to ask something, but ultimately he didn't.

After all, he is not Danfeng.

Seeing this, Huaiyan chuckled and put down his teacup.

"Hehehe, everyone's here. As you all know, Yingxing is my disciple. Since my disciple has some problems, it's only natural that I, as his master, would help him resolve them."

When Chi Ming saw Huai Yan, he was immediately shocked and hurriedly tried to greet him and pay his respects, but Huai Yan waved his hand.

The few enlightened ones exchanged glances, bowed respectfully, and then quietly retreated to the wall, like a few silent statues.

Bai Lu blinked.

"Sister Baiheng, who is that old man?"

Bai Heng glanced down at her, his voice very soft.

"He is the master of the strange uncle. He is also one of the most powerful sword-forging masters in the Immortal Boat Alliance."

Bai Lu said "Oh," and glanced at Huai Yan again.

"He's really amazing."

Huaiyan heard this, smiled at Bailu, his smile gentle, like that of an ordinary old man.

Bai Heng patted her head, chuckled, and looked at Huai Yan.

"Elder Yan, it's been a long time! With you here to preside over Yingxing and Danfeng's matter, there's nothing more suitable than this!"

Huaiyan smiled and nodded at her, then looked at Yingxing and Danheng.

"Yingxing, Danfeng. One of you is someone I taught, and the other is someone I watched grow up."

Upon hearing this, Danheng wanted to say another word, "I am not Danfeng," but Huaiyan waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Danheng, is that right? I know you want to cut ties with the past and embrace a new life, but the shadows of the past still linger in your heart."

Dan Heng fell silent.

Huaiyan picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"I am not here today to judge anyone's guilt. I am here to ask you: do you still want to live a good life?"

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"Come on, Uncle Yang, let's exchange contact information."

In the living room, Rakshasa was still 'dazed'.

"it is good."

Walter pushed up his glasses, then took out his phone from his pocket, opened the scan function, and with a beep, the two became friends.

The two agreed to meet at 8:00 AM on the morning system time and head to the Starry Sky Train.

Lin Si put her phone away, leaned back in her chair, thought for a moment, and then casually asked a question.

"Speaking of which, Uncle Yang, is there anything particularly interesting on your planet?"

Walter's lips curled slightly.

"Something interesting?"

He pushed up his glasses, as if recalling something.

"That must be 'Reinforced Mech Alahato,' which I helped produce. It tells the story of a giant mech fighting against monsters."

As he spoke, he tapped his cane, and a holographic screen unfolded above the coffee table, displaying a scene that was both visually and aurally. A massive mech stood atop the ruins, its weapon raised and aimed at a monster hovering in the sky. The scene was thrilling, and the music was equally exciting.

Lin Si stared in disbelief.

"You also make animation?"

There was a hint of surprise in his tone.

He asked Walter this question hoping to get some inspiration from him.

After all, in his previous life, apart from some movies and songs, there really wasn't much else on Earth that he could use to "make money" in this world.

After all, the technological gap is too large.

But the mecha theme seems to be a bit different.

After all, given the technology of this world, mechs are not a fantasy, and making mechs is not difficult.

If we could bring in 'Gundam' or 'Optimus Prime' and have them accepted by the general public, the resulting effects would be enormous.

Walter picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"That's right, that was something from when I was young."

His tone carried a nostalgic quality, as if saying, "That was a long time ago."

"At the time, I did it with a few friends. We didn't have much money and our technology wasn't mature, but everyone was very enthusiastic."

He paused, then pointed to the mecha on the projection screen.

"I drew this design."

(Family, there are two more chapters to be updated this afternoon. I need to organize the plot so that Lin Si can speed through Onfaros in seven days at the Black Tower Space Station.)

Furthermore, the storylines of the Black Tower Space Station and Onfaros are quite long, probably not much different from the storylines of the Immortal Ship.

Of course, these seven days are the seven days in the story, not our seven days...

Chapter 284: Can the armor be made?

"Uncle Yang, this is for you."

Lin Si took out a 'Emperor Armor' figurine from his bedroom. He made it with a craftsman apprentice named Cheng Jie to commemorate his lost youth.

He had just talked a lot with Walter about mechs and armor, and he could tell that Walter genuinely liked these things.

Although they are both Earthlings, Lin Si doesn't mind sharing some of her memories with him.

The figure is about 20 centimeters tall, entirely gold in color, with intricate patterns engraved on the armor. The back is exquisitely crafted, with every detail meticulously polished, and even the patterns in the gaps of the armor are clearly visible.

Walter put down his teacup, picked up the figurine, examined it from all angles, and pushed up his glasses.

"What is this...?"

"It's the Imperial Armor I just told you about."

Walter stared at it for a long time, then gently stroked the armor with his fingers.

"The workmanship is exquisite."

He carefully placed the tablet on the table.

"Thank you, I'll accept it."

Then he took something out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

It was a small, silver-white mecha figure, simple in design yet full of power.

Lin Si's eyes lit up, and she reached out to take it.

"Alahato?"

He looked at it over and over, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

"It looks really good."

Walter nodded and picked up his teacup again.

"Speaking of which, Uncle Yang, do you think this type of armor could be made in this world?"

Lin Si then turned the conversation back to business.

Walter thought for a moment. He had just talked a lot with Lin Si, including about "Armor Hero".

"It's not difficult to replicate the appearance, but to perfectly replicate some of the skills, you still need to study them carefully."

Lin Si nodded thoughtfully.

He actually wanted to make a suit of armor that could be controlled "with thought," so that he could use it too.

Furthermore, this type of armor should not be too difficult to manufacture. After all, some games can immerse the player's consciousness in them. Applying this technology to armor should not be too difficult to overcome the technical challenges.

"Uncle Yang, would you be interested in creating a 'brand' exclusively for us Earthlings?"

Walter raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? What brand?"

"It means making all the Gundam, Optimus Prime, and various armors that I just mentioned, as well as the Arahatto, Titan, and Demigod Machines that you mentioned, and those Valkyrie armors."

Walter paused, his hand holding the teacup still, and calmly looked at Lin Si, as if judging whether he was serious.

"I have thought about it."

His voice was a few decibels lower than before.

"But the required funding is enormous, and I am currently..."

He sighed, without finishing his sentence.

Lin Si chuckled at his sigh; he could tell that Uncle Yang's sigh contained a lot of meaning.

Walter had considered this, but the timing and conditions simply didn't allow it.

"We don't need to worry about funding. And we don't need to worry about technical issues either; we just need to present the story."

He paused, a smile playing on his lips.

"You might not believe it, but I am quite wealthy."

"........."

Walter's lips twitched, and his gaze fell back on the golden wheelchair.

He examined it again, from the pale golden halo emanating from the armrests to the occasional glimmer of light appearing at the edge of the chair back, his gaze finally settling on the words on the cushion: "Aha and Akivili were here."

That's true; you can get a general idea of ​​that from this golden wheelchair.

He stared at it for a long time, then sighed, his tone complicated.

"Okay. But in that case, I am indeed very interested."

Lin Si smiled, but quickly added another sentence.

"But if we were to present those stories, the workload would still be too enormous."

I've heard there's a passenger named Memoir on the Starry Sky Train. Could that passenger please present these things in the form of their memories?

Walter shook his head upon hearing this.

"No. Memorians can indeed present these things in the form of memories, but that also means that all our memories will be seen by the memorians."

Lin Si was taken aback. There's such a saying?

Then this method definitely won't work.

Who can accept having all their memories exposed?

Moreover, he and Walter were time travelers.

"Uncle Yang, do you have any other ideas? We don't have enough time right now to present all of those things."

Walter pondered for a moment.

His understanding of destiny and the major forces is still limited; much of it is only a superficial understanding.