Internship Creator

The wooden house soon took shape.

Pan Ting was invited to try it out.The wooden house is very simple. Just look at the thumb-thick gap on the roof, and you can tell that it will definitely become a water curtain hole when it rains.Luckily it never rained—he had always wondered where the moisture the trees were getting was coming from.

"I like it very much, thank you." Pan Ting said to the little follower behind him.

The nephew smiled silly: "I like it... also."

After a long period of immersion, the Guangrong family has learned many words and expressions, among which the learning ability of the nephew is stronger.

Pan Ting murmured, "like, too? I should teach you English for this grammar."

"Teach? Teach!" The nephew took his hand, stroked his face, and looked at him expectantly.

Pan Ting pinched him hard: "Idiot."

The nephew tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly made a move like lightning, and imitated Pan Ting's face, "You idiot!" He ran away.

Pan Ting: "..." The student's learning ability is too strong, and it's quite embarrassing!

When Pan Ting came out of the house, the honored people had spontaneously lined up and saluted him.

In his lifetime, he could still experience the treatment of a chief executive. Pan Ting was very comfortable, bearing the red mark on his face pinched by his nephew, proudly walking up and down in front of the queue, enjoying enough of the reverent eyes they looked at him , then waved his hand and said: "Live healthy and exercise frequently, work hard and have meat to eat. Set off in the direction of the rising sun!"

The honorable clan dispersed in a rush.

Pan Ting: "..." Although the Guangrong people have a strong learning ability, they are really poor in organization and discipline!It seems that it is necessary to popularize the three records and pay attention to the eight records - after they finish learning the vowels.

The plains are full of vegetarian animals, rich in resources, and have no natural enemies. After mastering the hunting skills "taught" by Pan Ting, the Guangrong people have always been invincible. They often come back in two or three hours, but this time five hours passed, and Pan Ting Still not seeing that majestic figure, he felt a little uneasy.

Seeing him pacing up and down restlessly, the women took out fruits to feed him one after another.

"I'm not hungry, I'm really not...um, thanks."

While eating the fruit handed to his mouth, Pan Ting thought "helplessly": the most difficult thing to bear is the grace of a beauty.

"god……"

The hoarse roar tore through the tranquility of the woods, and also frightened the roosting birds.

Pan Ting accidentally swallowed a core and was beating his chest when he saw his nephew rushing towards him with a bloody man in his arms, followed by a group of wounded soldiers.

"What's going on?" He stood up, and his nephew had already rushed to him and put the person in his arms down.The scratch marks on the chest were deep into the bone, and the flesh turned up, revealing the bright red flesh.A piece of flesh from the shoulder was torn off, the skin was limp and drooping, and blood was dripping like hell.

The strong smell of blood poured from his nasal cavity into Pan Ting's lungs, and his throat was blocked, almost making him unable to breathe.

"Help...help." The nephew shook his body.

Pan Ting took a deep breath, condensed a ball of healing light, and stroked the wound in his chest.

The wound closed inward, and soon opened again.

Pan Ting tried several times, but it still didn't work.Seeing that the body's breathing became weaker and weaker, Pan Ting couldn't help shouting: "Zuozi."

Zaozi thought he was going to borrow the computer, so he showed up with the computer in his arms, and was surprised when he saw the scene in front of him: "Is he going to die?"

Pan Ting said: "Is there any way to save him?"

Zaozi was puzzled, "Why did you save him?"

"He's going to die!" Pan Ting roared.

Zuozi looked at him with even more strange eyes: "All human beings will die."

Pan Ting's head went blank, and he couldn't comprehend the meaning of the understatement that all human beings would die. His voice trembled out of tune: "He can still save lives. He can still save lives."

Even so, he could feel that the temperature in his arms was disappearing little by little, and this fresh life was slipping away from his fingers little by little.

The space in the woods was frozen, as if even the wind was held back by death.The green grass and trees have also dimmed, and the brightly colored plain is dusty like an industrial city that has not been cleaned all day and night.

The nephew put the man down slowly, screaming in pain.

The other honorable clansmen followed suit, shouting one after another.

After a while, the nephew and others picked up the corpse and ran quickly up the mountain.

Pan Ting knew that they were going to the divine cave where they were born, which he thought was useless and worthless, but now it can make the souls of the dead rest in peace.

Zuozi patted his thigh puzzledly: "Are you okay?"

"Don't talk to me!" Pan Ting roared.

Zuozi thought for a while and said, "Don't be afraid, you won't die."

Pan Ting raised his hand, condensed a ball of white light, and said fiercely: "If the healing technique can't cure people, what kind of healing technique is it called?"

Zaozi said: "As long as the world continues to upgrade, your healing skills will continue to become stronger."

"When will it be?!"

Zaozi said slowly: "Look at you." During this time, Pan Ting has been running in the Glorious Race and put down all the Creator's creations. If there is not for Sal, the progress of the world is almost static.

Pan Ting snatched the computer from Zaozi's arms and opened it angrily. As soon as his fingers touched the keyboard, the computer was snatched away by a force.Sa Er held the computer in one hand and Pan Ting in the other, turned around and left.

"Where are you taking him?" Zaozi got along well with Sa'er during this time, and he began to believe that he had no malice towards Pan Ting or him, and that he sincerely wanted to protect the world, but it was just "beginning to believe" .His actions at this time almost brought back the trust that Zaozi had built up with great difficulty.

Sa'er didn't answer, just quickened his pace, and soon disappeared.

Zaozi shook its tentacles, tracked their footprints, and found that they had entered the magic immunity area.

Sa'er threw Pan Ting casually, and Pan Ting stood up... He didn't sit up, so he had to sit up obediently with his hands on the ground: "What are you going to do?"

Sal said: "It's time to create a second kind of human being."

Speaking of human beings, thinking of that bloody figure, Pan Ting's heart trembled, "I'm not in the mood."

"Because someone died?"

Pan Ting suddenly stood up and said excitedly: "Yes, it's because of a person's death! I know, you will definitely say that we are the creator and God, so it's no big deal to die alone. Anyway, people are born, old, sick, and die. They will all die. But, I... First of all, I am also a human being, a human being who is subject to birth, old age, sickness and death! Being a creator is a last resort and forced! Damn, if it’s not that you can’t go home, who wants to be a creator.”

Sal looked at him motionless, his eyes full of doubts.Because of his doubts, his gaze was full of probing, very focused, as if he wanted to analyze Pan Ting clearly from the inside out.

Under his gaze, Pan Ting's body temperature rose, and his anger slowly evaporated, especially his cheeks, which were still flushed red, but turned red in a different color.

Just when he couldn't help but interrupt the other party's line of sight, Sal withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "Are you going to give up on yourself every time you encounter setbacks?"

Pan Ting was shocked.

Sa Erdao: "Whether you like it or not, you are already the creator. Since you want to go home, do something that will help you go home."

"Isn't everything I'm doing now helpful for going home? If you tell me to go east, I'll go east. If you let me go west, I'll go west. What else do you want? Do you want me to become emotionless?" Only a puppet at your mercy?!"

Sal looked at him without saying a word, like watching a vexatious child.

Pan Ting sat down on the ground with his legs crossed for a while, and seemed to feel that he was a little unreasonable, but he couldn't keep his face for a while, so he hesitated for a long time before he whispered: "Were you the creator of the third-level world before? Can you travel to various planets?"

Sa Er's expression was blank for three seconds, and he said after a long time: "I don't know if I am."

Pan Ting: "..." It's better to just say that I have no comment.Hmph, rare!

This one-sided dispute seemed to end without a problem.

Pan Ting did not return to the Glorious Family.As a writer, he understands that in this setting, he is just a bystander and promoter of human beings, helping them develop faster, but he should not join them.

However, occasionally he would use the invisibility technique to go back and have a look.

The glorious people quickly accepted the fact that they would die and regained their vitality. The nephew became their real patriarch, leading them to continue to build wooden houses and develop more tools and weapons.

Seeing them use their wisdom and labor to earn a better life, Pan Ting expressed his satisfaction.What made him even more gratified was that his traces had not been erased.It became a custom to line up before hunting and it has been preserved.The nephew didn't remember the long series of mobilizations, but he remembered "departure", so every time the speech before departure was four words——

"God, let's go."