Internship Creator

In order to suppress the opponent from the momentum, Pan Ting absorbed the experience of Zaozi, flew into the air with the man and the chair, and looked down unsteadily.

Zuozi looked at the swaying chair, and sincerely suggested, "It's better for you to sit on the bottom."

Pan Ting said: "My body proportions are too good, my upper body is too short, and my lower body is too long. Once I sit down, my height will be seriously insufficient."

Zaozi said: "This may be an illusion caused by your eyes being too low."

"Snapped!"

Pan Ting smashed the chair down.

Creator jumped away cleverly.

Pan Ting stood in the air, folded his hands on his chest, "How about this posture?"

Zaozi said: "Fortunately, you are not sideways, otherwise I just want to say three words, rest in peace."

"..."

When the letter of war from Shendi Kingdom arrived, Pan Ting had no choice but to suppress his complaints, stood solemnly in the air, looked at the people trotting in, and said in a cold voice: "Shendi Kingdom actually sent you as an envoy. Has anyone ordered?" He is well versed in the art of negotiation, and he must seize the opportunity to overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum.

The man showed a bitter face: "God, I belong to the Kingdom of Heaven."

Pan Ting was furious: "You turned out to be a traitor to Fengtian Kingdom?"

The man was about to kneel, and his face became more bitter: "I haven't betrayed yet."

"Send a letter of war for the other party before betraying?" Pan Ting's mind was completely caught in the misunderstanding that the other party was the envoy of the Kingdom of God, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Still Tianyi Lang couldn't stand it, and explained: "He is on duty in the palace, he is my bodyguard, and he is just delivering letters for the envoys of the Kingdom of God."

"...The guards of Fengtian Kingdom actually run errands for Shendi Kingdom? We still need to reflect on it." Pan Ting found a way for himself.

Tianyi Lang smiled softly and said, "I will reflect on myself."

Pan Ting glanced at him, and sent the letter of war in the man's hand to his hand with the wind.The cover of the war book is simple and clear, composed of black and white square grids, which has a very sense of design. He couldn't help but think of the Earth Go book. When he opened the inner page, there was a faint fragrance of ink. Simple and clear: those who abandon the evil god and surrender will not be killed.

Zuozi stood below and couldn't see the content, so he could only study the writing repeatedly and exclaimed, "The design is really beautiful. Don't you think so?"

Pan Ting said: "Don't you think so? What do you think? Is it because it's beautifully designed that I'm going to stand up and applaud and shout 'Encore, hit me quickly' at the gate?"

Zaozi tentatively asked, "In a bad mood?"

"Shouldn't you be in a good mood to be called an evil god?"

Zaozi comforted him, "At any rate, he is also a god."

Pan Ting rolled his eyes: "A star is a star, a superstar is a star, and a broom star is also a star. Is it difficult for you to be a broom star?"

Tianyi Lang said: "The envoy is still waiting outside for your reception."

Pan Ting's mood faded, and he waved his hands and said: "Let him go back and tell them that I, the God of Creation, created everything for me and owns everything in the world. Those who offend me don't need to be killed by me, and they will be punished by God!"

Tianyi Lang applauded.

Zaozi said: "What's there to applaud, isn't it just to let them do what they like, anyway, they will fend for themselves anyway?"

Pan Ting jumped down from the air, and Zuozi ran away.

The two quickly ran away one after the other.

Pan Ting ran out of the palace, grabbed Zuozi, used the invisibility technique, and followed the guard who handed over the letter of war, all the way to the envoy of the Kingdom of God.Seeing the messenger, Zuozi opened his eyes wide and hid behind the wooden pillar.

Pan Ting was also taken aback, but quickly calmed down.

Since Irian stayed in the Kingdom of God with his mother, with his blood, ability, and connection with himself, he was indeed the best candidate for the important task.However, seeing him integrate into the Kingdom of God so quickly, Pan Ting still felt somewhat awkward.

"God doesn't see me?" Irian grabbed the opponent's hand, "Did you tell him my name? I have something very important to see him! Please pass it on to me again."

The guard remembered that he was almost regarded as a spy of Shendi Kingdom, so he resisted this job very much, and replied without thinking: "I told you, I will tell you everything you want, and there is nothing God can do if he doesn't want to see you!"

He turned to leave, but his legs were like stone, unable to move at all, "You, what did you do to me?" He looked in horror at Irian who was slowly walking in front of him.

Irian said sincerely: "I'm sorry, but I'm also incomparable. I have something very important to tell God!" He started to run, but the guards yelled regardless.

Irian had to turn back, and a seal formed in his hand, sealing his mouth.

Pan Ting could see it clearly from the side. Although the appearance of the seal was unfamiliar, the setting was the seal seal written by him—a spell that can only be learned after cultivation, and he was sure that he had not taught it yet.

The yelling of the guards alarmed others, and Irian used his body skills to quickly shuttle between the buildings.

Pan Ting followed him step by step, and stood in front of him when he lost his way to a deserted place, "You..." A stone dagger was pressed against his chest.

When Irian saw Pan Ting, his expression changed, and he forced a smile and said, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you want to see me?" Pan asked strangely.

Irian said: "You suddenly appeared, which shocked me."

"I was even more taken aback. Your current cultivation has reached the level of cultivation, right?"

Irian's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth. Before he could speak, he shook his head first, but after shaking, he lowered his head as if he had done something wrong.

Pan Ting said, "Are you okay?"

"I..." Illian suddenly scratched his hair vigorously.

...there are no fleas, are there?

Pan Ting took two steps back silently.

Irian suddenly rushed over and hugged him.

Pan Ting stretched out two fingers in disgust, trying to prop his head open, but was hugged even tighter.

"God, help me!" Irian raised his head, "Only you can help me."

Pan Ting said, "What do you want me to help you with?"

"Save my mother!" Irian shook him. "King Orlo gave her a strange medicine, which must be taken continuously. If she doesn't take it for a day, her whole body will itch."

Pan Ting frowned and said, "Why did he do that?"

"Control me. His progress in practicing divine arts has never been as good as mine, and he has always suspected that the divine arts I taught him are fake. This time, he wants me to plot against you."

"Is he so naive?" Pan Ting sneered.

Irian pulled out the dagger and said, "He said this dagger could hurt you."

"Is it stained with the medicine you mentioned?" Pan Ting touched it curiously.

Irian put away the knife subconsciously, afraid of accidentally hurting him, "No, this knife was forged by a warrior himself."

Pan Ting's outstretched hand froze, and asked each word with a pause: "You mean, this dagger was made by Sa'er to kill me?"

Although Irian heard the word Saar for the first time, he still nodded.

Pan Ting snatched the dagger, looked at it front and back several times before his eyes, and laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, really great!"

Illian looked at him uneasily.

Pan Ting put away his smile, "Don't worry, I will try my best to rescue your mother."

"There are quite a few people who have practiced divine techniques, so be careful."

"Don't worry, it's not just the land of Gods who practice divine law. During this period of time, don't startle the snake. Just do what they ask you to do, and leave the rest to you." Pan Ting thought for a while, and then put the dagger Return it to him, "Before I rescue your mother, you must protect her."

Irian nodded vigorously. Seeing that Pan was about to leave, he bent his legs, knelt on the ground and said, "God, thank you."

"A man has gold under his knees, not to marry a wife, so don't kneel casually."

Pan Ting spoke lazily, and walked in the direction of the fireball without looking back.

Zaozi saw that his face was not right, and followed behind him worriedly, "Where are you going?"

"Where to go?"

Pan Ting asked back while talking to himself, while sneering, "Settling the score!"

There was a sudden gust of wind over Fengtian City!

Pan Ting stood indifferently in the wind, his eyes fixed on the burning balls hanging above the city.The fire fluttered like a ribbon in the wind, pulling eastward for a while, extending westward for a while, but it refused to go out.

Pan Ting's face was flushed red, and his eyes slowly became bloodshot.

Zuozi struggled to climb onto his shoulders, put his arms around his neck tightly, and shouted, "Try your new skills!"