Internship Creator

Pan Ting suddenly turned his head and looked at Sal strangely.It is not surprising that Saar would say such a thing, but it is strange that he said it on this occasion.In front of the enemy, the love talk is endless... Well, it's quite like Sa'er's style.

Seeing him staring at him for a long time without blinking, Sa'er couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

"I just wanted to ask you what's wrong." Pan Ting muttered softly, coughing dryly, "What's your plan?"

Fortunately, the big monster fish didn't attack further after it surfaced, which gave them a rare chance to breathe.

"Trust me, I will protect you."

Pan said impatiently: "Of course I know you will protect me, I'm asking about your specific plan..." As he spoke, he found Sal looking at him strangely.

Sa Er said: "What did I just say?"

"You said you believed in you, you would protect me..." Pan Ting saw his strange expression and felt uneasy, "What's wrong?"

Sal shook his head and said softly, "I will protect you."

Pan Ting said: "... At this time, please carry forward the style of sticking to the end and keep the unity of the facial images. Don't have one set for the center and six sets for the other."

Sa Erdao: "What else did I tell you just now?"

Pan Ting felt something was wrong: "Have you lost your memory?"

Sa Er said with an innocent face: "I just want to know if you understood what I said just now."

Thinking of the sudden "I love you", Pan Ting looked suspiciously, "You said just now that you...hate me."

Sa Er's face changed, "I really said that?"

At this point, if Pan Ting doesn't know where the problem is, he might as well change his mind to a globe: "Didn't you say those words just now?"

Sal's gaze moved in one direction, refusing to meet his gaze.

Pan Ting held his face in his hands and turned to him, "Are you trying to lie to me again?"

Sa Er's ears shook slightly, "I didn't say it just now, it was the fish's enchantment. It will let you hear what you want to hear most in your heart."

"joke!"

Pan Ting still felt unhappy after finishing speaking, and added, "Crazy."

Sa Erdao: "There's nothing wrong with wanting me to protect you."

There is nothing wrong with wanting him to protect him, after all, he was the one who encouraged him to do this task, but "I love you" is very wrong.How could he want to hear this sentence, he just wished that Sal would disappear from his eyes immediately, and stop pestering himself!

"I'll tell you..." Pan Ting felt that he had to reiterate his position again. When he looked up, he found Sal standing at the bow of the boat, protecting himself behind him, looking in the direction of the strange fish.

The rhombus in the pupils of the strange fish became extremely thin, and the wings slowly opened and flapped vigorously.

All of a sudden, there was a gust of wind.The sea water rolled up layers of waves, and the sailboat floated and sank in the turbulent waves.Pan Ting lost his footing and rolled from the bow to the stern. He finally grabbed the cable, but the boat slowly stood up like the Titanic.

The masts broke one after another and fell into the water one after another. The once vigorous sails fell limply, hanging on the edge of the ship like rags.

The storm continues.

The salty sea breeze was blowing the sea water, mistying his eyes.

Pan Ting tried his best to hook the railing of the stern with his feet, but he was still a little short. The weight of his body was completely hung on the hand holding the cable. The rough rope rubbed a bloodstain on the palm of his hand, and the blood dripped down the rope.

Exhausted, already at the limit.

He spit out the seawater that he had swallowed into his mouth, and gradually calmed down amidst the howling sea wind and the sound of the waves sweeping across. He first healed his wounds with a healing technique, then transformed into a Hercules, grabbed the cable, and pushed upwards vigorously. Climbing, climbing to the bow, just catching up with the gradual sinking of the boat.

I didn't expect to experience the sinking of the Titanic in my lifetime, and as the creator.

……

He vaguely felt something was wrong.

The wings of the strange fish suddenly stood up, and the light shone on the bare wings. The root of the wing bones were raised, and the sharp bony spurs stood on the edge of the wings, and the sea water dripped down from above.

Its eyes and Pan Ting looked at each other strangely for a while.

Pan Ting felt chills behind him.

The strange fish opened its mouth and flapped its wings vigorously.

The huge impact turned Pan Ting and his boat over. At this time, the Hercules not only could not be his help, but became a drag.As soon as the heavy body entered the water, it sank straight down.

Darkness enveloped from all directions, impenetrable.

The strange fish swooped down on him, opened its cruel eyes, and opened its mouth wide.

Pan Ting suddenly had a spear in his hand.

"wake up!"

The force from the shoulder almost pierced him twice.Pan Ting couldn't bear it anymore and opened his eyes, only to see Sal's pale face, green pupils full of anxiety and worry, "Listen to me. Use the manipulation technique to guide the ship to the west. Leave me alone."

As soon as Pan Ting lowered his head, he saw a fishbone stuck in Sa'er's chest, bright red blood was continuously flowing down from the white tip of the bone, and his own hand was holding the tip of the bone.

"It's okay, I know you have been enchanted." Sal held his hand.

Pan Ting said, "What's your puppet's name?"

"Green hair?"

"I mean the first time you named him."

"... Salakom Malaledov?"

It's not some kind of Sky in my memory, which means that the person in front of me is real, not a hallucination imagined from my own head.Pan Ting said, "I stuck in this?"

Sa Er smiled softly: "I don't blame you."

"Well, I don't blame myself either."

Sal froze.

Pan Ting held the fishbone with his fingers, and slowly pulled it out. Looking at Sa Er's pale face, he stuffed it in again, and then faced Sa Er's distorted face, smiled and said: "I remember you said However, the Creator represents the strongest ability in this world, and no other creature can surpass him no matter what.” The biggest BUG in this play is—the near-omnipotent Thrall’s combat power suddenly becomes so weak!

Sal was silent for a while and said, "You are the creator, I am just your assistant, as you said."

Pan Ting said: "But you have inherited the ability of the third-level world creator."

"Not all." He said so, but his voice obviously lacked confidence.

Pan Ting sneered: "Better than me."

Sa Er lowered his head, his beautiful face slowly returned to normal, no longer the dying appearance after being seriously injured.

Pan Ting said again: "The so-called ecstasy is performed by you, right?"

Saldao: "It does have a twin fish that is good at ecstasy."

Pan Ting saw through the trap in his words at a glance, "But I can't cast it on me, because I am the creator."

Sal was dumbfounded.

Pan Ting said: "Of course, you can continue to deny it, and deceive me with a calm and innocent face like before. Thanks to you, I won't be fooled again this time. Don't forget, when you chose rewards, you encouraged me to choose Mind reading." He smiled smugly, "Even if that strange fish is bewitched by you, I can't stop me from spying on its inner world."

So far, Sal has nothing to say.

Pan Ting pulled out the hand holding the fish bone suddenly, and the fish bone sprayed out with blood.

Sal's face turned pale, and he fell limply on top of him.

Pan pushed him impatiently, "Still acting?"

Sal raised his head, smiled weakly and said, "I'm indeed acting, but it's the whole set."

"What do you mean?" Pan Ting's face changed slightly.

Sa Erdao: "You are right. It is true that other creatures cannot harm the Creator, but the Creator can treat the Creator. This fishbone was indeed pulled out by your own hands."

Pan Ting looked down at his wound.

Sal's eyes drooped, and he panted weakly: "I know that such a method is despicable, but the desire to get close to you has burned all my reason."

Pan Ting raised his eyes and stared at him silently.

Sa Er smiled wryly, "I did something wrong again, didn't I?"

"You won't forgive me even more." He sighed helplessly, with blood slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Actually," Pan Ting said slowly, "For this kind of injury that is absolutely impossible to die and can be healed casually, you have to work hard to act to this extent." Having said that, he still raised his hand and used the healing Surgery repaired the exaggerated blood hole in his chest.

Sa Er originally wanted to win sympathy by relying on the wound, but after being healed all of a sudden, he was at a loss and looked at him cautiously.

Pan Ting said, "When did you start calculating?"

Sa Erdao: "The system has indeed issued this task."

Pan Ting was furious, and shouted, "I'm still talking about him!"

Sal immediately softened, and said in a good voice: "I was wrong. You guessed right, I have completed this task long ago, the strange fish has been subdued, and they all obey my command. Irian's father is there shipwreck at that time."

"...You just watched him die?"

Sal's lips moved, and the balance hesitated between being frank and lenient and covering up properly.

Pan Ting watched him struggle coldly.

"Yes." Thrall finally chose to tell the truth, "That is his fate."

Pan Ting said: "Seeing his father's distressed appearance struggling under the mouth of the strange fish gave you the inspiration to frame me, and specially brought me to experience it? You really have a heart."

Sa Er turned his face away, and said a little shyly: "I have read the love strategy, the crisis can make the love warm up the most, and the hero's rescue of the beauty is the best to make the heart secretly. For example, I am to you..."

"It is correct to say that danger can make love warm up the most." Pan Ting looked at Sal's eyes that suddenly lit up indifferently, and continued coldly, "But first, there must be the temperature of love. You and I Other than deception is concealment, even if there is temperature, it is minus degrees Celsius!"

Saer's eyes dimmed little by little, immersed in infinite darkness and depth, after a while, he whispered: "No matter what I do, it will be useless?"