"God..."

The man couldn't understand his face, and after hugging him, he rushed back to the middle of his friend excitedly.

"God, God..."

"god!"

The cheerful Glorious tribes ran away happily while pointing at the others.

Run far...

Zaozi patted Pan Ting's calves: "Are you okay?"

Pan Ting, who was forgotten in the world: "..."

Pan Ting followed and found that the men and women of the Guangrong clan were hugging each other naked, gnawing at each other's faces. Pan Ting, who had just cleaned up his abandonment, was struck by lightning again.

Zaozi sighed: "They are really in love with each other."

Pan Ting looked at it in surprise. Could it be that Zaozi also had a sequel to the supra?

Zaozi said, "Do you want to join them and cultivate your feelings?"

Pan Ting's eyes almost popped out: "You asked me to join them?"

Zaozi heard his tone of strangeness and said in confusion: "Lucking each other's wounds can enhance feelings. Is there anything wrong?"

"Listen each other's wounds?" Pan Ting looked at the men and women who were hugging each other carefully. Sure enough, he saw them licking each other's wounds with their tongues, with a very serious and pious expression, as if they were covered with a layer of holy glory.

Pan Ting: "..."

Is this the legendary... lust sees lust?

He wiped his face in shame and walked over.

"Ahem."

"Cough cough, cough cough!"

Discovering that the hint could not attract their attention at all, Pan Ting reached out to force the man who called his aunt, ignored the other party's paused expression, stroked the slight scratches on his face, and slowly emitted a white light from his hand. When the light passed through the wound, the wound healed.

Pan Ting put down his hand and waited for the other party's worship.

Unexpectedly, the other party grabbed his hand, put it back on his face, rubbed it carefully, and had an expression of enjoyment on his face.

...

Pan Ting pulled his hand desperately, but the other party thought Pan Ting was playing with him, so he tried his best to pull it.

There was a crisp "kick" sound, and the two of them froze at the same time.

Pan Ting took advantage of the other party's release, calmly withdrew his hand, held it with his other hand, and slowly walked towards the corner.

Zaozi followed him step by step, not daring to disturb him.

Pan Ting sat down slowly and asked quietly: "Can you connect the bones?"

"I'll try?" Zaoko held his hand.

"Aoao!" Pan Ting howled.

Zaozi withdrew his hand at a loss and stared at him.

At this time—

The kind and glorious clan, the brave glorious clan, the helpful glorious clan... is here!

In Pan Ting's horrified gaze, they quickly carried him and ran towards the mountain.

Pan Ting was carried on their shoulders, watching the trees flying around on both sides, wanting to struggle but not daring to struggle. Fortunately, more than ten minutes later, they stopped in front of a cave.

The cave is dark and humid, and the sun never comes to light all year round, but there is a round bed-like flat stone in the center of the cave, and there are also various flowers and hay on it.

Pan Ting was placed on the stone by them.

"God." The man who called his aunt hugged him in pain.

Pan Ting raised his right hand and found that his super resilience had solved the trouble of dislocation. He couldn't help but hug him back. The man hugged him with his hand more and more forcefulness, and he let go for a while and walked out of the cave without opening his head.

The others stepped forward one by one, hugged him, left, hugged him, and left. In the end, only Pan Ting and Zaozi were left looking at each other.

Pan Ting said: "I think I just enjoyed a very amazing treatment."

Zaozi checked the computer: "There are two situations that match it. One is that you are treated as a sacrifice and you are going to sacrifice."

Pan Ting: "..."

"Second, you are regarded as the old, weak, sick and disabled, and you are about to die."

Pan Ting: "..."

Pan Ting, who was unwilling to be abandoned, ran down from the mountain again. The men and women were gathering together silently. When they saw him, their eyes widened, as if they had witnessed some amazing miracle.

At this time, no matter how deceived Pan Ting deceived himself, he had to admit that Zaozi's words made sense. They...don't they think that his arm would die after being dislocated, right?

Many years later, when he and the Glorious Clan no longer had language barriers, they realized that the cave was the divine cave of the Glorious Clan - because they were all "born" there, and whenever they felt pain and hesitation, they would return to the divine cave.

His "nephew" was the first to pounce on him and hugged him hard.

The unconcealed joy infected Pan Ting, making him unable to say anything blamed, but just sighed softly, "Come on, let you see the power of the divine!"

He pulled his "nephew" into the middle of the crowd, confirmed that everyone else was looking up at him curiously, and then stretched out his hand and condensed a white light.

After disappearing for a while, two deep wounds appeared on the "nephew"'s face, probably left behind when he was sent to "death". Pan Ting closed his eyes and the white light slowly passed through the wound.

The flesh on both sides of the wound gathered towards the middle, but it did not heal completely, but it became shallower and thinner.

Pan Ting tried again unwillingly and found that the result just now was the only result he could.

"Nephew" didn't know what he was thinking, so he stretched out his tongue flatteringly and licked his fingers gently.

...

He thought that with the treatment, he was Bethune. After testing, he found that he was at best a ok!

Pan Ting silently retracted his hand and left in dismay.

Zaozi was waiting for him halfway—held a computer in his hand and stepped on a branch.

Pan Ting looked at the height of the branch and was a little doubtful about how it climbed up.

Zaozi said: "I know you are confused and don't know what to do. You think you are a waste of this world, with no contribution or no effect. You think you are redundant to the Glorious Clan, and they don't need you at all..."

"I don't think so." He created the seven-color peaches, the green tiger and purple horse, and the glorious clan was also created by him. Who dares to say he is useless? Who dares to say he is unnecessary? He thinks he is useless and he is unnecessary, so he sends him back to the earth?!

Zaozi continued to say deaf ears: "You are wrong. You are not a waste, nor are you redundant. The world needs you, and the Glorious Clan needs you even more. What you have to do now is to let go of all doubts, overcome all obstacles, and find a path that suits your own development."

Pan Ting turned around and left. He was afraid that he would not be able to help but smash it to death if he didn't leave!

After he left, a tall figure with a fiery red head walked out of the bushes.

Zaozi sighed: "My eloquence is really moving, and he has completely absorbed the essence of my thoughts."

Sa'er looked at it, and then at the direction of Pan Ting's departure, his expression was very complicated.

"I didn't expect you to care so much about him." Zaozi saw the tips and cares about Pan Ting over the years, which eased the tension between him and Sa'er. He did not let go of his guard, but hid the guard in his heart.

"I care about the world."

"...Don't take the lead!"

When Pan Ting appeared again, he held a carefully selected branch in his hand. The reason why he was carefully selected was that it was long but not curved, thin but not crisp, sharp on one end and round on the other end, which was especially suitable for being a harpoon.

Considering the difficulty of making bows and arrows, he decided to teach people how to fish!

The Glorious Clans were very happy to see him come back.

"Nephew" also threw a purple fruit for him.

Pan Ting took the fruit and took a bite. The juice instantly sprayed his mouth, almost overflowing from his lips. The sweet and rich texture filled his mouth, making him feel an indescribable satisfaction when chewing.

"It's delicious!" Pan Ting, who hadn't produced fruit for a long time, could hardly wait to finish the whole thing. When his "nephew" handed him the second one, he suddenly woke up.

Yes, the labor cost of planting technology is large, the recycling cycle is long, and there are risks, so the collection is different. It is a good business that is cost-effective! Wait, he is here to teach fishing technology and solve the problem of food and clothing for the Guangrong clan. Why is it that he is "been" solved the problem of food and clothing?

"Nephew" took the branches from him and ran happily with the others.

After eating two, Pan Ting found two men who were rolling on the ground with their arms and asked them where the fruit tree was?

The three of them gestded for a long time, and finally understood.

Pan Ting followed them through the plains and came to the Demon Free Zone...

When he sees the fruit is purple, he should think of it! It feels so uncomfortable that he is better at his colleagues when he thinks he has achieved great achievements.

Pan Ting turned his head, drooped his head and prepared to go back to work.

The two people following him suddenly patted his shoulder and pointed in the direction. In the distance, a group of glorious tribes were rushing over. The one running in front was his "nephew", excitedly holding the branches, and one end of the branches was a ball-sized hair.

Pan Ting: "..." Perhaps, he is more suitable to be a tool manufacturer than a guide?

"Nephew" handed him the branches and the hair ball and made a call to please him.

Pan Ting touched his head.
To be continued...