An iron-blue lion's head suddenly popped out of the dense jungle, and his fist-sized eyes looked like two small lanterns, as if two dark brown beams of light were shining on the back of the green hair, locking the target, waiting for a thunderous blow!

Pan Ting has only seen this kind of fighting scene when wild beasts are foraging. Even if they are hidden in the square black box, the beast's wild murderous aura still makes him frightened, let alone within a distance of more than ten meters that can be shortened in a second, the scream has exhausted all his strength and courage. His legs trembled obscurely in the trousers, and rationally shouted at him frantically, "Get away", but the soles of the shoes seemed to have been coated with universal glue, tightly against the ground, and moved one step as if he wanted to use his all his strength to multiply by two.

In any case, his screams disrupted the monster's steps. His wild and vicious eyes cut his face like a knife. That glance made Pan Ting freeze his body and thoughts, watching his thick hind legs kick on the ground and suddenly pounce on the back of Green Hair.

Pan Ting widened his eyes in panic until the handsome figure of green hair turned around calmly reflected from his pupils, and his eyes returned to his normal position.

Green hair held the monster's chin with one hand and pressed one of its forelimbs from below with the other hand. He rolled on the ground for half a circle and counterattacked the monster. He seemed to have no experience in dealing with the monster, and he had the upper hand and didn't know how to deal with it. He just suppressed it with his brute force.

The monster roared fiercely, lifting its lips from time to time, revealing its sharp fangs, its waist swung violently, and its strong tail slapped the ground, making a "puff" sound. The ground was shaking slightly under its slap.

Pan Ting saw such a ferocious beast for the first time. When he thought of the green tiger whose body turned green after eating vegetarian food, his face changed in horror, and his voice screamed sharply: "Kill it!"

I don't know if I understood his words, but the monster roared, overturned the green hair and rushed towards him.

Pan Ting watched the shadow pounce on him, his heart was raised to his throat, and the blood in his body evaporated quickly like water vapor, turning into wet and sticky cold sweat!

In a hurry, he returned to the Creator's space.

...

He was soft on the ground and paralyzed for a while before he had the strength to sit up. Facing him was a metal console, the hazy silver white reflected his slightly twisted face, as if the horror just now had turned into a mark, frozen on his cheek.

"Where is the monster?" He heard himself asking in a very light voice, as if his courage had been lost in the thrilling moment.

"Outside." Zaozi jumped off the console and jumped onto his thigh.

"Oh." Pan Ting calmed down slowly, "Sa, Lu...fa, where is the green sofa?" he asked incoherently.

Zaozi said, "Don't worry. Without you, he will get the monster in minutes."

...

Thinking of the scene where the monster was pressed on the ground by green hair and could not move, his worries were indeed a bit redundant. Pan Ting reached out to support the console and stood up. After leaning on it for a while, he said deeply: "Give me the computer."

Zaozi asked suspiciously: "What do you want to do with a computer? Come on me in a bad mood!"

When it saw Pan Ting look over, it immediately added, "Domestic violence is shameful!"

"I want to work." Pan Ting took a sudden step, swung his left hand back and raised his right hand, and made a running look. "I want to create a Concaoman! Specialize in fighting monsters!"

“…”

Zaozi took out his computer and searched: How to cure scared silly?

"What is the weird taste of silver-gray fur? What I want is silver-gray skin that looks tight and not so fleshy like artificial leather!"

"Don't add white to your eyes, it has no cataracts. Whites of your eyes? How could a white of your eyes never roll your eyes!"

"Why do I think I have drawn a big size for you? Don't grow too long, it looks frightening."

"...Why did you delete my settings?!"

Pan Ting looked at Zaozi angrily.

Zaozi took a step forward, sighed and looked at the sky: "Do you still remember why I chose you?"

“I have good test scores.”

“…more specific.”

"He is a good person, he types quickly, and he is handsome and handsome!"

"...Yes, your good test scores are one aspect, and on the other hand, the joy and excitement you unconsciously showed when you created the world deeply touched me. It made me realize that the most basic condition for becoming the Creator is not to be a living thinking, fast typing, handsome and handsome, but to create enthusiasm!

Pan Ting said casually: "There are eight of ten writers."

Zaozi said: "It's different, for example, another player. Although he tried to make up for his indifferent heart with his rugged appearance, I still felt his perfunctory attitude towards the setting in his eyes."

As the saying goes, far away, smelly, and smelly. Since he and the steamed bun master were "separate from heaven and man", their favor towards him was like a rocket, rising up like a rocket, and he defended him without thinking: "His appearance is not rugged, unique and unique! He is not cold inside, but steady and restrained, mature and reliable! He is not perfunctory about the setting, but confident and strategically planned!" He paused and summarized the full text with a sentiment, "Actually he is quite handsome."

Zaozi silently brought out the photo of Master Baitou.

Pan Ting turned his head silently.

I knew that distance produced beauty, but I didn’t expect the output to be so high!

Pan Ting continued to create Aotuman, but after listening to Zaozi's words, he put aside the image of Aotuman in his memory and began to create according to his own wishes. Like Wuliang Phoenix, it is also a member of the Divine Beast Sect, but from the notes, it can be seen that Pan Ting spent more effort on it.

Note: [Divine Power] inherits the ability to summon water elements from birth, can create oasis in the desert, can move lakes and rivers, and can trigger tsunamis. It is the nemesis of all fire creatures!

The last sentence is the most important.

Imagine that the fireball that called me a waste was extinguished by a basin of cold water. It was so comfortable and more pleasant than dancing a square dance!

He finished setting it with satisfaction, pressed the Enter key, and was called back.

System prompt: No creatures that exceed the Creator's ability can be created.

Pan Ting asked Zaozi: "What does it mean?"

Zaozi pondered: "Do you want to hear a direct explanation or an indirect explanation?"

"……indirect."

"You are not capable enough."

Pan Ting asked seriously: "Is this called indirect?"

Zaozi said, "To be honest, you are weak."

Pan Ting: "..."

Zaozi said: "Green Hair is right. The creatures created cannot have abilities higher than the Creator, so your settings just now exceed the standard."

Pan Ting said: "This is unscientific! Even if a green tiger is vegetarian, I can't have done it!" A vegetarian tiger is also a tiger!

"Probably because the system didn't expect you to be weak and break through the lower limit. After all, Green Tiger has no special skills and its physical strength is normal, so you can't beat it..."

Pan Ting pinched its tentacles: "In my world, money is combat power! I am working hard to improve my combat power in my own way. It is about to reach the Golden Pill Stage. Who made me go back to the pre-weaning overnight?"

"... Considering your situation, the system has also made appropriate adjustments. Invisibility Technique originally required 10,000 points of creation, but the price you are getting is 50% off. This is the system to make up for your physical defects..."

"You're flawed!"

Zaozi sighed: "I only consider that the earthlings have potential that other planets do not have, and it is my fault that you do not consider your physical strength."

Pan Ting said angrily: "What's wrong with my physical strength?! Give me a Zhou Minli to let you see what kidneys are good and kidney power is!"

Zaozi silently searched Zhou Minli, and then looked at him sympathetically: "At your current speed of creation, it will take hundreds of years for a woman to be born."

...

Pan Ting glanced at Zhou Minli's photo last computer, turned his head silently, and suddenly turned back: "Where is the magical skill of Wuliang Phoenix - screaming earthquake? Why is it okay?"

Zaozi brought up Wulianghuang's information: "Look at the conditions for the system to be supplemented."

Wuliang Phoenix is ​​dumb when born, and special conditions are required to prompt it to speak out.

Pan Ting: "..."

Pan Ting did not create Concaotuman in the end, but a beast similar to a saber-toothed dragon, named "Specially Fighting Monsters". Zaozi went around the space during his creation and said that he did not find green hair.

Pan Ting was a little worried. A monster was not worth worrying, but with the variable Fireball, the consequences were hard to say.

Since Zaozi wanted to replenish energy and had to stay in space, Pan Ting decided to go outside alone. But they agreed that Zaozi must pay attention to him at all times. Once he encountered any problems, as long as Pan Ting shouted the word "Zaozi", he would immediately take him back.

It just happened to be dawn outside the space.

The half-light and half-dark sky seemed to be pouring a bucket of dark gray paint on a white cloth, and only the edges and corners were slightly brighter.

Where he appeared was the edge of the grassland and the Demonic Zone - also the edge of the Creator's ability.

The purple magic free zone looks particularly gloomy against the gray sky. The thick purple exudes a strange aura everywhere.

The light suddenly scattered from the nearest purple tree!

Pan Ting's back heated up, as if it was roasted in fire. He didn't dare to turn around and rolled and rushed into the Demon Free Zone. He was frightened too much in the past two days, and he had a certain ability to resist. He ran five or six meters before stopping, and even looked back.

The huge fireball was indeed staying outside the Magic Free Zone. Although he couldn't see the person inside clearly, he could feel that the other party was looking at him, and his eyes were intersecting.

Two branches stretched out from the slant, penetrated his armpit, and carried the person up, like the first time, one by one, and sent them forward one by one.

The fireball gradually becomes smaller in sight.

But a sneer seemed to sound in his ears, light and clear.

When the branches put him down, Green Hair sat on the stone not far away, holding a stone knife in his hand, quietly dissecting the monster.

Smelling the bloody smell, Pan Ting felt a little nauseous and greeted him from afar: "Are you okay?"

Green hair shook her head.

"You killed it?" He asked, and then he realized that this was nonsense.

Green hair raised his head for this nonsense: "You said it."

Pan Ting couldn't help but smile: "You listen to me."

Green hair looked at him deeply, because of insufficient light around him, his red eyes were faintly black.

"Why did you dissect it?" Pan Ting asked.

Green hair said: "Skin, make clothes."
To be continued...