Internship Creator

Pan Ting was taken aback and looked at him in horror: "What are you doing here?"

Sal said, "Can't get out."

Pan Ting sneered twice: "Even if you can't get out, you don't have to squat in the corner and give up on yourself? Besides, who is to blame if we can't get out? You should count it as your own fault, right?"

Sa Erdao: "Worry."

……

Pan Ting poked Zuozi with his finger: "Has his painting style changed again? Didn't he change from dull and indifferent to gentle and black-bellied? Will he go back again?"

Zaozi asked, "Which one do you like?"

"If you have to choose, be dull and gentle?"

Zaozi said: "His normal painting style is indifferent and black-bellied."

Pan Ting: "..."

Thrall called them over: "Let's calculate the creation value. We are currently level 61..."

Pan Ting was surprised and said, "Are we already level 61?"

Sal and Zuozi glared at him at the same time.

Pan Ting said: "You guys have become so human all of a sudden, I'm so flattered that I can't get used to it."

Sa Erdao: "I said, you should understand this world better."

Pan Ting said: "I don't understand yet? I know exactly who snores at night and when and how often."

Thrall added: "Only for the Honorable Race."

"...I'm doing a random survey." Pan Ting said, "And I'm also very clear about human body structure, regardless of gender."

"Only for the honorable race."

Pan Ting said, "Aren't all human beings the same?"

Sa Erdao: "They look different."

"..." Once was a coincidence, and twice was luck, but it happened three or four times. Pan Ting was sure that Sal was laughing at his appearance. "There is a kind of people who wear human skin and are full of bad water. We call them scum! There is also a kind of people who are outstanding and do things heinously. We call them beasts!"

Sa Erdao: "Are you referring to the Earthlings?"

"Correct."

Sa Erdao: "You said that you are considered good-looking on Earth, so which one is that?"

Pan Ting: "..." He seems to have wrapped himself in again?

Sa Er ignored his entangled mood, and said to himself: "There is still 780 points to go up to level 630." He glanced at Pan Ting, "You must not know that six The tenth level is a checkpoint, which can open the time dislocation system."

Pan stared at Zuozi.

Zaozi said: "This question is a bit deep, he is still at the level of a primary school student."

Pan Ting stretched out his hand to it.

Zuozi thought for a while, and put his feet on the palm of his hand.

Pan Ting lifted it up and shook it!

"Once the dislocation system is activated, two time systems will be implemented in the outside world and the creator's space, and the process of the outside world will be accelerated. For us, the creation value generated by the development of human beings will accelerate the growth."

Pan Ting said: "As the saying goes, one day in the sky, one year in the world?"

Sa Erdao: "You can say that."

"Wait." Pan Ting stood up straight suddenly, "What is the time ratio between the outside world and the space?"

Sa Er said: "You just said it."

Pan Ting said, "You mean that if I stay here for a month, 30 years may have passed outside?"

"You're good at math."

"How long is a human lifespan?"

"According to the system's assessment of the living environment, the average is 120 years. The original age of human beings is 20 years old." Sal looked at him clearly, "The same goes for the Glorious Race."

"Don't upgrade to level [-] yet." Pan Ting said, "Wait until I fill in these diseases."

Sa Er walked to the edge of the big screen, and pressed the page-turning button on the bottom right with his finger, "These? These? Or these?" The "fill-in-the-blank questions" on the screen were flipping like flying, and countless fill-in-the-blank questions were flickering like dots. bottomless pits, each leading to endless darkness.

Pan Ting opened his mouth, "No matter how many there are, wait for me to finish writing before upgrading!"

Saar ruthlessly pierced his last hope: "According to the system point reward, as long as you create 30 diseases, the system will automatically upgrade. If you want to leave here, you must complete the creation of [-] diseases."

Pan Ting put his palms on his face, and lightly licked his lips with his tongue. After wandering back and forth for a while, he suddenly came to Sa'er and swung his fist.

Thrall closed his fist lightly.

"Damn it, how did I offend you, you want to punish me like this?!" Pan Ting kicked his feet when his hand was held!

With a flick of his wrist, Saer threw his hands into the corner, twisted his hands behind his back, his legs firmly stuck to his thighs, and said in a deep voice, "How long are you going to be willful?"

"I'm self-willed?" Pan Ting sneered, closed his eyes, kept silent for a while, and suddenly struggled fiercely, "Yes, what if I'm self-willed? I am willing to be stupid! I have a problem and I won't treat it! You hit me Kill me, kill me!"

Zaozi carefully pulled to the storm area: "There is something to discuss, you all calm down."

Sa Er kicked it aside, and said to Pan Ting: "When will you be able to recognize your identity and accept your fate?"

"I don't want to! I don't want to!" Pan Ting burst out suddenly, "Where are you dissatisfied with me? Have I traveled as far as I can? Why did the Guangrong tribe mess with you? Why do you have to break us up?!"

Sa Erdao: "Do you like that person from the Guangrong clan?"

"Yeah, I like it. He is my closest friend in this world! I don't like who the fuck does he like? Does he like you? I don't even know who you are or why you came here! Do you like Zazi? I just know what it is, with wires or glass beads in it! Who else could I like? I'll tell you the truth, I didn't even feel like I was from this world, let alone a goddamn creator This name sounds very lofty, but I have never cared about whoever wants to be the one! Even after the appearance of the Guangrong clan, I still think this world is interesting. I am no longer alone, someone understands me, and someone Appreciate me, someone respects me! There is only such a little fun left in my fucking life, why do you want to take it away? Who are you? Who do you say you are?!"

The words that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time finally spewed out.At this moment, Pan Ting felt extremely refreshed, but his heart was extremely sad.He felt that he was extremely small, and he never felt this feeling even when he was an ordinary citizen on earth, but here, he was like a puppet at the mercy of others, being led by strings, numbly doing what they wanted he did.

He felt that his soul was about to be strangled.

"I will leave here." Sal looked at Pan Ting's widening eyes, and continued slowly, "But not now."

Pan Ting moved his shoulders, and found that he still couldn't get rid of the opponent's restraint, and turned his head angrily: "Whether you go or not, it's none of my business!"

"If you can't become a competent creator, this world won't be able to become a third-level world, and it will even collapse."

Pan Ting sneered: "You are Mr. Sa? I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

Saer ignored his malicious eyes and continued: "In this way, you will not be able to fulfill the condition you promised me."

"What did I promise you?"

Pan Ting thought about it, and vaguely remembered that he had indeed said that he wanted to help him accomplish something, but he didn't say what it was: "That's your bad luck."

Saer let go of his hand, and when Pan Ting was rubbing his wrist, he suddenly pinched his neck: "If you make a mistake, I'm definitely not the only one who is desperate. You can't leave here and return to Earth, but I can. I know you have family on Earth."

"Bastard!" Pan Ting was forced to raise his neck, his face flushed red.

Sa Er said sinisterly: "Of course, the one who bears the brunt is your favorite honorable family." Seeing that Pan Ting stopped struggling, he slowly let go of his hand.

Pan Ting hit his chest with his head, was hugged by Sa Er, wrapped his neck around his neck and sent it to his shoulders little by little, with his mouth close to his ear: "Didn't you always want to know what the real me looks like?" Is it? Starting today, I will let you see it bit by bit. I am tired of playing boring training games with you! From now on, I will not give you any more free space, all the planning and Follow my steps."

Pan Ting gritted his teeth: "What if I refuse?"

Thrall let go of him, and walked slowly towards Zaozi.

Zuozi tried to run, but was pinched back by Sa'er.

Sa Er held it and shook it in front of Pan Ting: "You said that your only friends are the Glorious Race, so you shouldn't care what it becomes?"

Pan Ting suppressed his uneasiness and sneered, "What do you think?"

Sa'er raised his hand and pulled out one of the tentacles of Constructor, throwing it on the ground.

Zuozi screamed.

Sa Erdao: "Complete the creation of a thousand diseases within three days, otherwise, the next thing to fall to the ground will be its arm."

"No!" Zuozi ran to Pan Ting in horror and hugged his ankle, "For the sake of my loyalty to you, don't abandon me."

Pan Ting's lips trembled, but he didn't make a sound.

Zaozi said to Sar again: "I am a hardworking man who relies on my hands for food, don't touch my hands."

Sa Er was easy to discuss, nodded and said: "Then start with the feet."

Zuozi shook Pan Ting's pants slightly: "Legs are also very important to me!"

"The timer starts." Let's talk, Sal stopped looking at Pan Ting, walked to the small screen, and worked on his own.

Pan Ting watched his back for a long time, and finally couldn't stand the brain-piercing noise attack of the magic sound of creation. He walked to the big screen bitterly, and clicked on the first one to fill in the blanks.

Disease name: Salt neuropathy

Symptoms: hair turns red, eyes turn green, eyes slant and mouth crooked, quadriplegia, incontinence, like to cry out: I am a neuropathy, a super neuropathy.

Treatment: There is no cure, but kneeling and kowtowing or self-pumping cheeks can relieve symptoms.