Internship Creator

Not only will he be mentioned before hunting, but when they start a fire, build a house, or get hurt, they will call out "God God", as if they are really gods and can save them from all disasters.

Later, they figured out the correct combination of men and women and began to reproduce.As the patriarch, the nephew must take the lead and has a duty to do so.On the day of the bridal chamber, Pan Ting, as his "relative", blessed him silently in the dark.

The nephew was shy and asked for an hour alone before entering the house.

Pan Ting swears that he definitely didn't go to see what he was doing because of gossip, but...well, he was worried about his safety who was alone.

Sitting by the big tree next to the house, the nephew took out a knife sharpened by a stone from his arms.Pan Ting recognized the shape he had mentioned before, but he didn't expect him to actually make it.

He carefully scraped a piece of wood with a stone knife. The piece of wood was uneven and had obviously been damaged for a long time. The middle section was very thin, as if it would break apart with a little force.

With a "cluck", sure enough, the block of wood broke into two pieces.

The nephew looked at the wooden block in disappointment, and cried out sadly, "Shen Shen."

……

So this piece of wood is his replacement?

Is this going to kill him?

When Pan Ting thought about it, he felt bad all over, and he didn't even realize that the invisibility technique had passed the 3-minute time limit. He didn't wake up until his nephew yelled at him and rushed over.

"God, God..." The nephew rubbed against him.

Just as Pan Ting was about to push it away, he felt a pain in his neck and was bitten. When he looked up, he saw his nephew staring at him, trying to pull his pants with both hands, and suddenly struggled violently: "What are you doing?!"

The nephew didn't understand his resistance, so he stroked his face with one hand to comfort him, and continued to take off his pants with the other: "Okay, very good... I like it. Also. God."

"God Nima!" Pan Ting suddenly pushed him away, looking at the bulge under his grass skirt in shock.

The nephew sat on the ground in panic, not understanding what he did wrong.

……

This product is definitely my nemesis!

Pan Ting pointed at his nephew's nose angrily: "For this matter, find a woman!"

The nephew flattened his mouth aggrievedly.

Pan Ting said: "God is for worship!"

He roared so loudly that it attracted the people nearby. The Guangrong people were surprised and happy to see him, and then hummed and roared to their nephew trying to express themselves.

Pan Ting felt that he had failed too much. After teaching Chinese for so long, he still couldn't stop him from humming.

The nephew's eyes suddenly lit up, he took two steps back, and shouted at Pan Ting, "Shen Shen!" Then, he lifted up the grass skirt...

Pan Ting: "..."

The kind-hearted Guangrong family, the enthusiastic Guangrong family, the helpful Guangrong family... collectively excited!

They unreservedly released their enthusiasm, happily grabbed their nephew and rushed over.

Pan Ting's eyes widened... Seeing that his nephew was about to jump on him, he finally let out a cry unbearably——

"make……"

A burst of fresh and familiar smell rushed into his nose, pressing Pan Ting's word "zi" in his throat.His face was buried in a warm embrace, the wind was blowing in his ears, the noise of the honor clan gradually faded away, and he vaguely heard his nephew shouting "Shenshen".

After an unknown amount of time, the wind stopped, clamped his arms and relaxed, he stood up straight, but what came into view was a vast expanse of white snow, piercing his eyes with stars.

Pan Ting rubbed his eyes.

Against the backdrop of white snow and light, the red-haired and blue-eyed Saar is simply dazzling.

Thinking of his nephew's "admiration" for him, and looking at Sal's obviously displeased expression, he couldn't help thinking narcissistically: If he is so angry, why should he also treat him... Well, being a handsome guy is such a trouble.However, if it was Saar... I should have a higher adaptability.After all, he was not created by himself, and he would not have the illusion of father and son.Well, to be honest, the most important thing is... the face.Although the Guangrong family used him as the model, but based on the upper limit of his painting skills, his appearance has not been inherited, so it can only be said... it can be seen in the past.Comparing with Sal, it's a matter of opinion, no, there is no comparison at all!

"Pan Ting."

"Huh?" Pan Ting finally realized after agreeing, Sal was calling his name.Different from how his nephew called him Shenshen and Zozi called him Yin Lord, Sa Er has a nice baritone voice, and when he called his name, he seemed a little bit shy and shy.

"hurry up."

The computer was stuffed into Pan Ting's arms.

Pan Ting didn't come back to his senses for a while: "Hurry up? What are you doing?"

Sal raised his right eyebrow slightly.This shows that he is dissatisfied. "I said, create a new human being, a new race."

Pan Ting said: "I proposed many proposals, but you rejected them all."

Sar said: "Think again."

……

Pan Ting gritted his teeth.This man with nothing but his face!I actually thought he was better than my nephew just now, this guy is only static, well, if it is dynamic... Uh, he is probably better than that cheating nephew.No, it should be compared with the steamed bun master!

I'm sooooooooooooooo!

In a few years, Master Mantou won't become his male god, right?

Pan Ting froze suddenly.

Sal glanced at him, "Don't scold me in your heart."

"Oh!" He was actually afraid that he would scold him... He really cared about his own opinion.

"It's all nonsense and a waste of time."

Pan Ting poked his arm angrily: "Let me think about it all day long, why don't you want to?"

Sal looked down at his arm, then at his hand, and backed away sideways: "I've made up my mind."

"Where is it?" Pan Ting asked angrily.

Sal raised his chin and gestured behind him.

Pan Ting looked in the direction he pointed.It is still white snow, and several snowdrifts have accumulated, each of which is about the same size and scattered scattered. It seems that as long as you put a head on it, it will become a snowman.

Pan Ting said: "Snow White and the dwarves? If it's Snow White, there's only snow there. If it's the dwarves, they must be shorter than the new realm of the unit of length."

Thrall threw a fireball at him.

A snowdrift suddenly moved aside.

Pan Ting was surprised: "What you made is..."

Probably feeling that he had been spotted, the moving snowdrift slowly stood up, a huge ferret fur coat covered his figure, pure white hair fell vertically down to his waist along his paper-pale cheeks between.His eyes were as bright as stars and as black as ink, his lips were bloodless and faintly purple, but his appearance was absolutely beautiful and impeccable.Pan Ting had seen him, the only one who could compete with Sal.

The opponent looked at Sa Er and Pan Ting for a while, and seeing that they had no intention of continuing to attack, they squatted down slowly, turning into a snowdrift.

"Yeti?" he asked.

Sa Erdao: "Ice and Snow Race."

Pan Ting said proudly: "The meaning of the glorious family is far-reaching."

Sar said: "The last one is for you."

"Wait, let me dig deeper and taste the connotation of the Ice and Snow Race...I got it! Ice is pure and clean, proud of snow and frost, it looks noble, elegant and unique at first glance! Good name, good job."

Sa Erdao: "Then you learn and make another one."

Pan Ting: "..." Forget about ghosts and animals, they even have a black belly bonus!

Thrall handed him the computer: "You stay here until the last race appears."

Pan Ting raised his head: "Why?"

"So as not to be distracted."

"When did I get distracted?" He thought of his going to the Glorious Race, and his arrogance suddenly weakened a little. "Creation needs inspiration, and I just go out to collect inspiration."

"The glorious clan has had too much influence on you."

Pan Ting said: "Nonsense, I am obviously the one who influenced the Guangrong clan."

Sal said: "The next race must completely cast off their shadow."

Pan Ting rolled his eyes and said: "Every creator has his own style, and it is very difficult to completely get rid of the style, and it must be practiced many times. In order to shorten the transformation process, why don't we join hands to create a brand new A perfect, perfect, new race that stands out from the crowd!"

Sal lowered his head to look at the hand he was holding unknowingly, and slowly pulled it out, "Okay."

"Huh?" Pan Ting, who was ready for the [-] rounds of indomitable battle, was stunned.

Sa Er said: "I will draw."

……

You little red guy!Huahua occupies the most insignificant part of the whole setting? !

"make a deal."

Pan Ting sighed, who told him that he couldn't do the most insignificant part.