Internship Creator

The second floor is smaller than it looks.A bed, a table, and a chair take up most of the space. A white-haired old man is huddled in the chair. Just looking at the back, the thin and short image can't be found in the big wheat in his memory. Traces of heroism.

The receptionist whispered a few words in his ear, and he turned around tremblingly. When he saw Pan Ting, his eyes narrowed, and then quickly widened, bursting out with scorching gaze.

This pair of eyes seemed to take Pan Ting through time, vaguely seeing a picture of a tall young man rushing out of the stone house throwing a group of equally tall men.

"God," he stammered.

Pan Ting walked over slowly, raised his hand to pat his face, and said with a smile, "You've grown up."

The gray-haired old man suddenly let out a cry similar to a child's whimper, and suddenly pushed his chair away, stood up, and threw himself into the arms of this young man who seemed to come in with sunshine and hope.

Pan Ting patted the old man's back lightly, and gestured to the receptionist who was still standing aside and refused to leave, asking him to go out.

The man was full of reluctance, and moved his footsteps out little by little, like a snail. At this speed, he might not be able to touch the threshold with his toes by tomorrow dawn.

Pan Ting raised his hand to touch his face.

The man was surprised for a moment, a little confused and a little happy, and then he stepped out and carefully closed the door.

Big Maizi cried so hard that he finally stopped to rest for a while, but Pan Ting hurriedly pushed him away, "How are you doing?"

It's okay not to ask, but when he asked, Damaizi's tears, which had been so hard to stop, began to pour down again.

Pan Ting saw the opportunity and pretended to move a chair to separate the two.Big Maizi didn't notice, sobbing for a while, he said, "Did we do something wrong that made you angry?"

Pan Ting said: "No, but you..." Adultery with the Gaowu clan is very bad!This sentence went through his mind again and again, but he never said it.Thrall said he was biased, and he admitted it.Birds of a feather flock together and people form groups. Kind people always like to be with kind people.However, he was not partial to the point of interfering with their free association.Thinking about those villains on TV wielding sticks and banknotes, abruptly breaking up loving young couples, he really has no interest in following suit.

"What about us?" Big Maizi was very concerned about what he didn't finish.

"Why did you move?" Pan Ting asked.

Damaizi's lower lip trembled, and he said after a while, "Since you left, God has sent down his wrath, and a catastrophe has come."

Animal swarms, earthquakes, hurricanes, flooding of rivers... Disasters came one after another as if they had been scheduled for a certain time.

Damaizi's language is very simple, but the scenes of shaking the mountains and surging water are vividly displayed in front of Pan Ting's eyes.He seemed to hear desperate cries and howls in his ears, mixed with questioning of him.

Pan Ting wanted Damaizi to shut up, so as to get rid of the uncontrollable sourness in his heart, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he let the sound come in from his ears, but he couldn't make a sound.

It didn't take long until Big Maizi finished speaking, and the room was so turbulently quiet.

"Shenshen." Damaizi, who had calmed down a little, called him softly, "That's not your anger, is it?"

Pan Ting's neck was a little stiff, and it took him a long time before he nodded.

Big Maizi breathed a sigh of relief: "Great. We have always believed that you would not do that."

Pan Ting didn't ask if anyone thought it was his fault, and he didn't ask who those people were. At that time, fear and suspicion would destroy everything, whether it was trust or belief.

In any case, the country is still called Shenshen, which is already an attitude.

"You have taken care of this country very well. Who proposed the Eastern and Western Governments? The idea is very... well, creative." Pan Ting saw the sudden change in Damaizi's face, his heart moved, and he smiled wryly, "It's because of me. ?"

Big Maizi is not good at lying, and his dodging eyes betray everything.When the new city was established, half of the people objected to continuing to use the word Shenshenguo, including the Ice and Snow Clan and the Gaowu Clan. Only members of the original Shenshenguo, which was composed of the Glorious Clan, insisted.In the end, the Gaowu tribe succumbed to the technology mastered by the Shenshen Kingdom, and the Ice and Snow Clan left to establish the Shendi Kingdom.After the development of the Shenshen Kingdom, the Gaowu Clan finally showed their dissatisfaction. With the support of more than half of the people, they established the Western Government to fight against the Eastern Government.At first, half of the people opposed it, but when they enjoyed the almost fawning policy preferences of the Western government, they began to acquiesce to the existence of the dual government.Up to now, only a small group of honorable people who persist in supporting the East Asian government still maintain the most steadfast belief in Pan Ting.

Pan Ting thought of those people who would change color when they heard the gods, and said bitterly: "I didn't expect that I have become a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats."

Big Maizi hurriedly said: "That's not the case. There were a few people who pretended to be you because of their resemblance to the statue, but we exposed them all."

Pan Ting was in a better mood, and found that the atmosphere was too gloomy, so he found a light topic: "Barter is too troublesome, have you considered using currency. It is an intermediary used to measure the value of commodities...goods...items."

"The Western government has done this before."

When Big Maizi said this, Pan Ting immediately had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, he continued: "Later, things that replaced goods appeared in large numbers... The goods became very worthless, and many people couldn't buy things."

Obviously, this is artificially creating money privately to cause inflation.Of course, the honest Guangrong clan would not have thought of such a method. Needless to say, it must have been done by the group of people from the Western Government.

"Shenshen, can I...please do me a favor?" Damaizi asked cautiously.

"You said."

"After the catastrophe, many people began to get sick and died soon after. There was nothing we could do. Many pregnant women had miscarriages and dystocias. I thought," he looked at Pan Ting's face and said carefully, "may I please Gods... guide us, conquer them."

Pan Ting looked at his cautious appearance, and pursed his lips in displeasure, "I..."

"Just guide it." Big Maizi added, "Even if you leave, we can save ourselves."

Pan Ting was taken aback.

Big Maizi lowered his head in embarrassment, saying these words had exhausted all his strength and courage.

"That's it," Pan Ting lowered his head, looked at the wooden stick in his hand, his chest was filled with an inexplicable air, and he said after a long time, "I'll go back and think about it." He didn't want to see Big Maizi's expression, and walked across He took two steps in three steps, strode down the stairs and walked out the door.

The receptionist at the door wanted to speak, but when he stood up, Pan Ting disappeared in a flash.

Pan Ting saw Sa'er standing by the wall, and before he could speak, he pointed at his nose: "Don't talk, don't laugh!"

Sal raised his eyebrows.

Pan Ting took two steps, then fell back angrily, almost poking his nose with his fingertips: "It's all your fault!"

Sar said: "There is a solution."

Pan Ting said, "What is the solution?"

"Healing."

"Who? Treat for whom? Who treat for whom?" Pan Ting sneered, "Are they rare? Anyway, in their eyes, I am just a scourge that will bring disasters. It would be best if I don't appear!" It made him sad the most. What's more, the person who doesn't want him to be the same as he is not is the honorable family he has been thinking about!

"You really don't show up often."

"Who did it?!" Pan Ting stared at him bitterly, his eyeballs almost poking his face.

Saar said calmly: ""

"You are just a creator, you are not an honorable family. Your mission is to lead them and improve the world. You have never been one of them." Sal coldly pierced the most hidden longing in Pan Ting's heart.

Pan Ting's heart seemed to be pulled out of his body slowly, thread by thread, and his body gradually lost strength.He has always been contradictory. His rationality classifies himself into the same category as Zuozi and Saar, and his emotions rely on the honorable family, enjoying their blind trust and admiration, so as to prove his worth.

There is nothing wrong with barley.He can't guarantee that he will stay in the Kingdom of God all the time, and he can't guarantee that the healing technique can save everyone in time. Learning to save himself is the best way to improve the situation in the Kingdom of God.

He just couldn't accept being excluded from their world so quickly.Although, very early on, his subconscious mind had realized that this day would come sooner or later.

"What can I do?" Pan Tingruo asked casually.

Thrall said, "Forgot? Your plant settings."

When Pan Ting was reminded by him, he remembered that he had just started to create plants. He still retained the characteristics of a great cultivator of immortals, and most of them were strange plants such as seven-color flat peaches.These plants cannot solve the problems of people's livelihood, but they have the effects of prolonging life and preventing all poisons from invading.

"No." He quickly woke up.Having written novels and read novels for so many years, he certainly knows that panacea, military secrets, and treasure artifacts can kill people, and they will definitely cause a bloodbath.Under the influence of the Gaowu clan, human beings have already begun to degenerate, and they can no longer withstand more devastation.

The corner of Sa'er's mouth curled up slightly, "Then we can only create a world where everyone can ascend to the Dao."

Pan Ting's eyelids twitched, "This is your purpose."

"It's also the best way to solve the problem."

After experiencing the blow of being "abandoned", Pan Ting has become much stronger and matured, and he has nothing to say against him: "The ugly words are the first, and I am solely responsible for this setting. You are not allowed to dictate."

"Okay." Sal agreed happily.

Pan Ting snorted coldly, took two steps, then backed away, pointing to the fingernail-sized black rhombus crystal on his forehead and said: "Did you inlay this yourself, or did you grow it?"

Sa Er's expression changed suddenly, his face was red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, and he walked around, and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you!"