Internship Creator

As a writer, Pan Ting is considered a more sensitive type among men.At the beginning, he felt uncomfortable with various diseases and symptoms. After seeing a lot, he gradually got used to it. Later, he felt that under the influence of Baidu, with his own imagination, he had become self-taught , I can't be a certified doctor, and there is no problem with Youfang Langzhong - the main skill is to memorize the symptoms of diseases and treatment plans, and the way to practice medicine is to change places with one shot.

The big screen is constantly looping.Blank, fill, flip, blank.

The anger in Pan Ting's heart gradually calmed down.Even he himself didn't know whether this was another short-term compromise to reality, accumulating resentment and waiting for the next outbreak, or if he really saw the reality clearly and completely surrendered.

Thrall's strength made him feel as if he was still in that day, locked in a corner, unable to move, struggling to breathe.He wanted to fight back, but couldn't.The spirit of Ah Q in his bones played a role in time, convincing himself that no matter what, at least the glorious race is safe, and this race that has reached a very high level of spiritual civilization will continue.

Although, when we meet again, his friends may not be there anymore.

There is no day or night in space.

Pan Ting didn't know how many days had passed, and he didn't ask. After accumulating enough creation points, the system will automatically upgrade to level [-] and issue rewards.It suddenly occurred to him that after so many system upgrades, he only received two rewards.The size of the creation has not changed, so where did the upgrade rewards go?

When the reward inquiry option popped up, Pan Ting looked at Zaozi, and found that it was looking at Sal.

Sa'er looked at the options, there are five rewards for the [-]th level, you can choose both.He looked at the three options related to the Creator, thought for a while and said: "Teleportation can speed up your walking speed. You can learn that healing has no effect except tampering with other people's fate without authorization. Upgrading the invisibility technique is even more important." suitable."

In front of him, he was very considerate and generous, but behind his back, he didn't know how many things he had done.

Pan Ting quickly selected teleportation and healing with his fingers, and then looked at Sal: "Do you have anything to explain to me?"

Sal raised an eyebrow.

"... Forget it." Pan Ting temporarily disappeared, and hid in a corner alone to sulk.He couldn't beat him, couldn't scold him, and he didn't know what else to do other than sulking.

After a while, a black shadow blocked the white light cast by the screen, casting a pitch-black shadow, Pan Ting rolled his eyes: "Do you want to say that because you don't choose to upgrade the invisibility technique, you only have time to be clean?" 3 minutes? Hehe, I want to say, I have a lot of opportunities to upgrade! It’s just no, see you!”

Sa Erdao: "Do you deserve those opportunities?"

Pan Ting was choked, looked at him resentfully, lowered his head again, and snorted coldly: "Parasite."

"What?" Sal, who was about to turn around, stopped in his tracks.

"Parasite!"

Sa Er's pupils contracted slightly, his eyelids lowered, his palms slowly clenched into fists, and then slowly released, he stretched out his legs to stop Pan Ting who wanted to escape, picked up his collar, and brought him to the big screen: It's over, keep working."

Did he use words too much?

Pan Ting peeked at his face.

Sal said: "I won't be angry with trash."

Pan Ting is like a cat that has stepped on its tail. It exploded all of a sudden, turned away, tapped its fingers randomly on the screen, and said with a sneer, "Who cares if you are angry or not!" What kind of excess is a parasite?He is a blood sucking bug at all!leech!

At level [-], the system automatically starts time shifting, and Pan Ting begins to count the days carefully.

One day, one year.

Two days, two years.

……

One hundred days, one hundred years.

……

250 five days, 250 five years.

Coming out of the space, just in time for noon, the scorching sun made Pan Ting burst into tears.It's been a long time since I saw the light, if it wasn't for his innate invulnerability to death, invulnerability to smashing, crushing and hard work, and a heroic physique, he might have gone blind long ago.

He squatted on the ground, cried and laughed for a long time, then wiped away his tears and walked towards the Guangrong family.

Even though he knew that the person he cared about might not be there anymore, he still wanted to see it with his own eyes, even if it was to see their descendants.

The river next to the Guangrong clan's residence is much wider, and the river is still clear. You can still see flirting purple horses and green tigers in twos and threes, and the murderer-eating vines moved from the ground to the ground, standing quietly by the roadside, waiting Watch out for prey that accidentally stray into its territory.

Pan Ting revisited his hometown, stopped and stopped, and it was already evening when he arrived at the Guangrong clan's residence.

The station is immersed in light.The setting sun is like a hat, covering one of the high platforms, and the orange light overflows, and the wooden houses are collectively covered with yellow brocade quilts, which makes people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts just by looking at it.

The feeling of being close to the hometown is timid.Although this is not Pan Ting's hometown, it carries his best memories in this world.These memories are dusty in his heart, and they have been frozen at the time when he left.And now, as long as he takes one step forward, his time magic will expire.The new memory will refresh the original storage. He didn't know if he was ready to accept all of this. He hesitated and stopped on the spot until the sky gradually darkened and the wooden houses were still quiet. Then he realized that something was wrong and hid himself , quietly entered the cabin.

The structure of the wooden house has not changed much, but there are a few wooden boards between the houses. The wooden boards are rotten, some creak, and some are broken when stepped on.Fruit trees were planted in front of and behind some of the houses, and the fruit fell on the ground and no one picked it.

In front of the house where my nephew lived, two logs were placed across, and there was a black thing inside, full of flying insects.Pan Ting took a closer look and found that it was similar to dried jam.There are two insect nets between the windows and the eaves. The nets are golden, taking advantage of the last rays of the setting sun to dare not reflect the last light.This is the web woven by the golden spider, created by Pan Ting, inspired by spiders.

He walked around the station and walked around every corner before he had to admit that the place was deserted.

"Zaozi," he said.

Zuozi appeared with a tentacles upright, looking at him expectantly: "When are you going to pick up my tentacles?"

Pan Ting said, "Don't you think your tentacles are fragile and easy to break?"

Zuozi covered his face sadly: "I am such a delicate and charming little man."

"...So in order not to let you get hurt three times, I think the last way is to not pick it up."

"Don't pick it up?!" Zuozi suddenly turned up the volume!

Pan Ting said: "Why pick it up again if you want to drop it after picking it up?"

Zaozi said bitterly: "People of the Guangrong clan will die sooner or later, why not die sooner?"

Pan Ting said, "Where are they?"

"No."

Pan Ting looked at it quietly.

Zuozi hugged his chest, stretched out his left foot, raised the sole of his forefoot, and looked up at him arrogantly, as if waiting for him to beg himself.

"You still have a tentacles on your head." Pan Ting raised the corner of his mouth with a ferocious angle.

Creator: "..."

Damn Lord Yin!

Damn Sal!

Weak self.

More than 200 years of changes, earth-shaking.It may be from feudalism to socialism, or it may be from the age of steam to the age of electricity. For the honorable people, they have evolved from the era of wooden houses to the age of stone houses, and from a single race to an era of mixed races.

Pan Ting was not surprised to see the Gaowu tribe in the territory of the Guangrong tribe. After all, the two races had intersected more than 200 years ago, but what happened to the white-haired and white-faced Ice and Snow tribe?

Who can tell him why some people "build snowmen" on the plains in summer?

He wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but a loud explosion disturbed his footsteps and broke the tranquility of the tribe.Dozens of tall and strong young men rushed out from the tribe, with brown, yellow, and yellow-brown faces. The races are no longer as distinct as they were more than 200 years ago. The only thing they have in common is that they all hold two sharp wooden sticks in their hands.

Pan Ting glanced around the crowd and stopped.

The surrounding scenery seems to be flying backwards, as if going back in time and returning to the past.

The man stared at him, looking around uncomfortably.

"Are you so special?" The tallest one stepped forward and pointed at him with a stick.

Pan Ting said: "You are amazing." Huh?Why do they speak Shanghainese?

The tall man took a step forward, and the wooden stick made a thrusting motion: "Let's cut it!"

do not understand at all.

It can be seen how much harm the lack of education will cause to the next generation. If he hadn't taught the language to teach half a bucket of water, they would not be in the predicament of speaking with each other now.

Pan Ting had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly pointed at himself: "Shen Shen."

The faces of the group of people changed.

The tall man was angry at first, then a little confused, and finally turned into excitement, and suddenly rushed in front of Pan Ting!

Pan Ting subconsciously disappeared.

"Ah!" the tall man yelled.

Others followed suit.

"..." Pan Ting's foot softened, and he knelt down again.He can be sure that this group of people is definitely his nephew's clan, a tradition inherited in one continuous line.

"God God."

"God God……"

The clansmen called out affectionately.

Pan Ting hesitated before showing up. The tall man immediately took his arm, first touched his face, and then excitedly dragged him into the tribe. The others surrounded them, completely cutting off the possibility of escape.

The tall man walked very fast, and Pan Ting had to trot to catch up. After running for about half an hour, when he couldn't take it anymore, a statue of his height appeared in front of him.

The workmanship of the statue is very rough, it is painted with strange fuel, and it is covered in banana yellow.

Pan Ting couldn't help laughing and said, "Your tribal mascot? Is it the tribal logo?" It's a strange aesthetic to put an ugly monster in the center.

……

He looked at him...and the statue with anticipation and excitement, his smile suddenly collapsed, "No way? Don't tell me...this is my statue?"