Internship Creator

It's getting dark.

The deep blue slowly scattered from the sky and penetrated into the snow.A cluster of flames the size of a fingernail loomed in the snow.

Pan Ting huddled behind Sa'er's tall and broad back, the biting cold wind brushed past from both sides, and teleported towards the direction of the fire at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye.

The light spot is slowly enlarged, and it is the light from the window of a small wooden house.The window is an irregular circular shape, and two wooden bars, one horizontal and one vertical, form a cross, which is placed in the middle, and the wind blows in from the four lattices of the cross.The thick cloth by the window couldn't hold back the wind and was blown up and down.

"Illian, close the windows. The walls are freezing," a female voice called.

"No! Wait a little longer, Mom, someone will come tonight." A pair of small white hands suddenly appeared in the corner of the window, holding the window sill, and slowly poked his little black head over, with his forehead against the window lattice, his eyes blinked Looking at the outside world without blinking.

A hand stretched out from behind him, touched his neck, wrapped it around his neck, and a gentle kiss fell on his forehead. "It's too late today, maybe the gods changed his itinerary."

Irian opened his innocent eyes wide, "Mom, I can feel his presence, very close to me."

His mother let him go, took a cup from the bed and put it on him, "Promise me, wait a little longer, if he still doesn't show up, go to sleep obediently."

Irian said: "I believe in him, the gods will not break the appointment."

His mother said with a smile: "Of course, he will not be willing to let my baby's expectations fail."

Pan Ting, who was hiding outside the window, had a panoramic view of everything, and pulled Sal aside, "Did you date him?"

Sal shook his head.

Pan Ting said, "Are you planning to lie to me again?"

Saer said helplessly: "I once did a system task, and a pair of brothers in the Ice and Snow Tribe gained the ability to predict. I think this boy may be their descendant."

Pan Ting said angrily, "Oh, Ice and Snow Race."

Sa Erdao: "At that time, you were all focused on the Guangrong clan, and it was inconvenient for me to intervene."

The words "Guangrongzu" have almost become a knot in Pan Ting's heart. He has loved and been angry. Up to now, the strong passion has burned into a scorched mark, which remains in his heart, with a touch of bitterness, and can taste a little sweetness from memories. I can't tell what it's like.

Pan Ting was reluctant to mention it, and said calmly: "I just remind you, as the creator, you must treat everyone equally."

Sal didn't refute, and smiled dotingly.

Illian waited too long, leaning his head against the window, his eyelids slowly drooping.The cold wind made his little face flush, and the quilt slowly slipped off his shoulders... and slowly crawled back.

Irian suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Pan Ting standing quietly outside the window, looking at him with a smile.

"Shenshen?" He called softly, afraid that it was a dream, and woke up when the voice was too loud.

Pan Ting pulled up his quilt again with manipulation, "Are you waiting for me?"

Illian got excited and shouted, "I knew you would come!"

"Hush." ​​Pan Ting didn't want to disturb his mother, but it was too late. His mother trotted over and saw Pan Ting trembling outside the window, and subconsciously hugged Irian from the chair and hid behind her.

"I have no malice. I am Shenshen." Pan Ting smiled kindly and cordially.

His mother looked down at her child and then at him, "Why did you come here?"

"Because I heard Irian's call." Pan Ting smiled and put the quilt that fell on the floor back on the bed, "Believe me, I'm here to help you."

Irian grabbed his mother excitedly, begging.

His mother hesitated for a moment, then turned and opened the door, "Sorry, the house is too small for you to turn around."

Pan Ting walked slowly on purpose, so as to give the invisible Saar enough time and gaps to come in.

His mother poured a cup of hot water, sprinkled some crushed leaves in it, and it tasted slightly sweet.Yi Lian nestled beside Pan Ting, staring at Pan Ting for a moment, so that Pan Ting had to hold his chest up and stomach, and drink water gracefully.

The table trembled suddenly, and Illian nearly fell off his chair.

His mother hugged him with strides and looked at Pan Ting in horror.

Pan Ting silently raised his hand, "I... just wanted to have a little joke with him." Damn Sal.

Irian suddenly reached out and grabbed Pan Ting's wrist, so fast that his mother couldn't even stop him, "God, they said you know everything and can do anything, can you tell me where my father is? "

Pan Ting looked at his mother.

His mother turned pale and shook her head slightly.

She was thinking, Great God, please don't tell Illian that his poor father is dead.

What Pan Ting thought was that he was too stingy and refused to give any hints.

Both of them had their own thoughts and sighed in unison.

Yili's heart tightened, "God, could it be that my father has..."

Pan Ting was very conflicted. To be honest, he didn’t know who his father was or where he was now. It really damaged the image of the Creator’s all-knowing and omnipotent, and it was not conducive to the next step of abduction. mother debunked.

His hesitation confirmed Illian's mother's suspicions.She thought that the great and kind-hearted God was concerned about her son's feelings, and she didn't know how to tell him the bad news. She was grateful and moved, "Don't make things difficult for God, even though he knows a lot, he can't tell us everything."

"Why?" Illian asked suspiciously.

Pan Ting thought she was covering up for herself, and was equally grateful and moved, and reciprocated to comfort Irian, "As long as you are devout enough, your father will sense your heart and come back to you."

"Really?" His mother stood up excitedly.

Pan Ting: "..." Did he just say something that shouldn't be said?

His mother held the teacup with both hands, and the water in the cup kept swaying, as if feeling her agitated mood, "God, omnipotent, thank you for bringing new hope to this family! From now on, I and Illian will be your most devout followers."

Pan Ting: "..." He was sure that he did say something that shouldn't have been said just now.

Yi Lian jumped off the chair, ran to Pan Ting, hugged his arm excitedly, "What should I do? How can I show my piety? Let me give you my food? No, is that okay?"

Pan Ting couldn't get off the tiger, and smiled awkwardly: "I care more about your health than food. To prove your piety, I have a better way. Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, go to the waiting for me somewhere."

His mother lost her voice: "One hundred miles? How is this possible? We don't have any tools, it's late now, he's still a child."

Pan Ting said: "Yes. If you are devout enough, you will be able to do it."

"I can!" Illian jumped up.

"I'll wait for you there."

Pan Ting used the invisibility technique to hide his figure... Then, he stayed in the room silently admiring the shock and admiration of Irian and his mother.

No matter how deep the night in the snow is, the sky is still a little blue.

The boy and his mother were wearing thick leather jackets, two figures, one big and one small, were walking slowly in the snow.The mother obviously adapted to such an environment and walked very smoothly, but the boy fell from time to time.But he got up quickly, waved his arms tightly wrapped in his clothes, strode forward with great strides.

Pan Ting and Sal followed behind them.

Thrall said, "Why send them east?"

Pan Ting said: "The so-called miraculous skills must go through untold hardships and move the heavens with sincerity. Don't you think it's too cheap to sell to us like a three-nothing product?"

Sa Er said: "I mean, why go to the east?"

Pan Ting said: "Because... the sun rises in the east, and I am the only one who is invincible! The peerless master must go to the east!"

Sal was at a loss.

Pan Ting did not resonate, and sighed helplessly: "I said it casually."

Sa Erdao: "His father sailed from the east and was shipwrecked."

"died?"

"Ah."

Pan Ting was startled and said, "Can you be resurrected?"

Sa Erdao: "Currently you mean that you have developed the system of cultivating immortals, but you have not opened the underworld."

Pan Ting said: "If I open it, can his father come back?"

"No. The system cannot look back in time, it can only look into the future."

"...Then what should I tell them." Pan Ting thought of Ilian and his mother's expectant and trusting eyes, and his mood suddenly became depressed.

Sa Erdao: "Don't say anything, when they should understand, they will understand."

Pan Ting walked in silence for a while, then suddenly said: "His father is very good, why did he go to sea?"

Sa Erdao: "When the Bingxue tribe left the Kingdom of God and established the Kingdom of God, they took away a group of descendants of the Gaowu tribe, including his grandparents. His father and his mother fell in love across races, and they were opposed. .In order to gain a high status, to be with Illian's mother in a fair manner, so that Illian will not be discriminated against, he chose to accept the king's sea expedition mission..."

"Wait, you just said king?"

"Yes. The Kingdom of God is currently ruled by a king. The king is the former patriarch of the Snowland Clan."

Is the establishment of a feudal dynasty inevitable in every period of historical development?

Pan Ting was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Are you going to take a look first?"

"Shendi Kingdom? Go, of course." Pan Ting paused, and suddenly said, "I hope my wife is from the Ice and Snow Clan. They are so beautiful. So is Irian's mother, look at that waist, that hip, that walk She is so graceful and graceful. The tea she poured today is really delicious..."

He clicked his tongue wretchedly, glanced at his side from the corner of his eye, and Sal had silently disappeared.