Internship Creator

Zuozi looked at him seriously: "Has your internal organs been dug out? Has your brain been hooked out? Have you filled your brain with potions? Have you filled your stomach with spices? Your body..."

"Sorry! It's shameless for me to compare my natural self without any preservatives with the complex and delicate mummy."

Zaozi comforted him: "At least you have a mother."

"That was in the past." Pan Ting was melancholy and melancholy, "Now it's almost like something popping out of a crack in a rock."

The computer made a "ding" sound.

Zaozi said: "The system has received the information, let's go to the creator's space."

"Ah? Isn't this the creator's space?" Pan Ting was talking, his eyes suddenly darkened and then suddenly brightened.

The blue sky and loess, with its high sky and vast land, turned into a metal room of about [-] square meters. Opposite it was a large screen covering the entire wall, displaying the blue sky and loess.On both sides of the screen are mechanical equipment, keyboards, and control panels, much like the control room of a spaceship in a science fiction movie.

Zaozi said: "This is the main space of the Creator. I was afraid that you might not get used to it, so I moved the main computer outside."

Pan Ting fumbled here and there curiously, not noticing that the loess on the screen was slowly changing. "What's this?" He pointed to the big red button.

Zaozi said: "This is the setting modification key. If the Creator is not satisfied with the created world, he can use this key to modify it. However, once the world is formed, each modification may cause great turmoil and changes, so it is best Do not use."

Pan Ting looked at the big green key opposite to the big red key: "What about this one?"

"This is the key to increase settings. Perfecting the world is the lifelong mission of every creator. Only by constantly adding new settings to the world, making the world more complete and making every life in the world more vivid, can the world continue to upgrade. Zaozi looked at him expectantly, "The basic settings have been copied. Next, please give full play to your abilities and perfect this world into a truly truthful, kind, beautiful, peaceful, harmonious, fair, just and open world!"

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Although this slogan was proposed by himself, whenever he heard it from Zaozi's mouth, he had the illusion that he was shorter than him, that he was lowered into the dust.Thinking about it this way, some officials who shout slogans every day but never do it really have an extremely strong heart.

"Ah! The basic transformation of the world is about to be completed! I also want to temporarily enter the dormant state of upgrading." Zuozi said, the tentacles drooped little by little.

"Wait! How long are you going to sleep for?" Pan Ting was terrified of the days of waiting.

Zaozi's eyeballs gradually lost their luster, and he cheered up and said, "Three days. During these three days, the system will enter a dormant state and suspend creation work. I can take you outside for a walk."

Pan Ting, who was sent out of the main space at the last second before the dormancy, was surprised to see the scene of earth-shaking changes in just a few minutes.

The single blue sky loess and scattered plants are replaced by lush forests.The tall and tall trees block the sky, and only the familiar blue can be vaguely seen from the gap between the leaves.A clear stream flows through the forest, and the water is paved with brightly colored stones of different sizes. The weeds beside the stream are staggered, and the delicate stamens are gently swaying in the wind among the green leaves.

Pan Ting couldn't help but took a deep breath, the fresh air carried an unknown fragrance.

Since he became a professional writer, he has not gone out of the city for a long time, using his eyes, ears, nose, and skin to experience nature.Even if I travel, I still find writers from other cities to eat and drink more.Now there is a chance that he can use these three days to have a good vacation.

Thinking of this, he took a leisurely walk along the stream.

The gurgling sound of Lingling echoed in his ears, like a brisk dance music, making every step he took a cheerful rhythm.The woods are huge, and the verdant green seems to spread to the end of the world.

Pan Ting was a little tired from walking, and was about to find a flat place to rest his feet, when the scene in front of him gradually became blurred, as if a puff of charming smoke was blowing from somewhere, surrounding him in the center, obscuring the scenery, hazy out of sight.

Is this also a new setting for the world?

He felt a little novel, like a newborn, curiously stretched out his hands, groping forward.

At first, the soles of the shoes rubbed against the ground, and there was a slight rubbing sound. Gradually, the rubbing sound turned into a weird creaking sound. The sound reminded him of the Antarctic expedition team wearing down jackets.

The thick fog seemed to envelop the chills, but whenever his skin felt the cold, a warm current would flow from his body to dispel the coldness.

Pan Ting stopped suddenly, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart.

He has been gone for a long time.Before the fog came, he visually measured the direction of the nearest tree, which was three steps ahead, but he walked three steps and three steps, but he never touched the expected tree trunk.

Is this a copied world setting?The sudden dense fog, the trees that suddenly disappeared, or... the self who was unconsciously sent into the snow?

In order to confirm his thoughts, he squatted down and touched the ground.

The wet and cold touch made his vision come true.Under his feet, it was no longer the loess covered by broken branches, weeds, and gravel, but the cold snow.

Pan Ting was at a loss.

He really didn't expect that the three-day camping plan in the woods was on the verge of abortion before he was excited.Although his body would not feel cold, the white mist deprived him of his vision, thinking that he would be trapped in this lingering fog for the remaining two days, helplessly waiting for the creation to end its dormancy To rescue him, he was so stuffed that he wanted to build an extra-large range hood to blow all the smoke away!

Unfortunately, Zaozi is not here.

He kicked in frustration.

The touch of the toe kicking the real object made him quickly withdraw his legs, and stretched out his hands in amazement and joy to feel forward.

The first thing that touches the fingertips is the silk-like fabric.Pan Ting pressed it tentatively, and the object under the fabric was a bit elastic but also very hard. After pushing it, it was as hard to shake as a big tree.He opened his palm and tried to feel it with his palm. Within two seconds, the wrist of his left hand was pinched.

"Who?" Pan Ting blurted out.

The fog slowly dissipated.

The smoke is like a veil, peeling off layer by layer.

An unimaginably handsome face gradually became clear behind the "veil".

As the fog cleared, the face in front of him was fully revealed.Pan Ting suffocated, his heart stopped beating for a short time, and then, like the drums of a battle between two armies, it started beating wildly.

His first thought: so handsome.

Second thought: Damn it!He is even more handsome than him!

The third thought: as the creator, he hasn't done anything yet, so how can there be human beings here?

In those days when Zuozi was on a business trip to steal things, he had already grasped the rules of creation clearly. The so-called basic setting refers to the creation of the environment, excluding animals.Therefore, the world that just completes the replication of the world's basic settings should not have other life forms except him and the creation.

So, now there is a question, where did this handsome guy come from?

Why did he move from the woods into the snow?

Pan Ting's thoughts are like this snow field, except that it is still white.

The other party looked at him indifferently.Green and red is a very exciting setting, but his green hair and red eyes make the whole face so bright and domineering, it is incomparably outstanding and dazzling.

Pan Ting looked at him, tentatively pulled his wrist out of his grip, but in exchange for a tighter shackle.

"Who are you?" Pan Ting asked.

The handsome guy took his hand and turned to leave.

"Wait." Pan Ting squatted down, refusing to move.

The handsome man stopped and looked at him impatiently.

"Do you know who I am? Speaking out scares you to death. Before I tell you, you still have a chance to regret it. Let me go, and we'll pretend nothing happened."

The handsome guy let go of his hand.

Pan Ting heaved a sigh of relief. Just as he stood up, he was pushed into the snow by a strong force.He opened his eyes wide and watched the handsome man slowly bend down, waist-length green hair hanging down from his cheeks, a slender white hand lifted from the green hair, grabbed one of his feet... and dragged it away.

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I'm sooooooooooooooo!