A few small pieces of barbecue could not satisfy the appetite of the Glorious Clans. They picked up the branches they had looted from everywhere and went out to hunt spontaneously without Pan Ting's organization.

The scene of a group of white and naked bodies running together was so beautiful and shocking that it was blind. Pan Ting silently looked for materials suitable for clothes.

In addition to eating, the plants on the plain are still very rich. There are also wide leaves, but they are too tender. They can be pulled lightly and they will be in half. Pan Ting chose thousands of choices, and finally chose a kind of grass, which is long and thin and has excellent toughness.

He asked Zaozi to take the computer, search for the grass skirt weaving from the computer, and then hand-woven it according to the illustration. Although the illustration is quite detailed and the grass is also considered a cooperation, but his fingers seem to have borrowed it from someone else's house and are very uncontrollable. When his nephew and others came back with their prey, his grass skirt was just a grass ring.

Even so, it was a very novel thing for the Glorious Clan who had never seen a grass skirt. They quickly divided the work, the woman barbecued, and the man surrounded him to study the grass in his hands.

The nephew glanced at him twice, pulled out a bunch of grass next to him, and his fingers flexibly shuttled between the grass. Soon after, he caught up with his progress and looked at him eagerly.

Pan Ting was embarrassed and angry: "I'm studying."

The nephew suddenly put his head in front of the computer, and his eyes were curiously looking at the illustration on the screen.

Pan Ting suddenly thought that with the learning ability of the Guangrong clan, they might learn faster than him, the middleman. When he saw his nephew finished reading a page, he was about to flip down when the computer was flirted with Sa Er's arms and held it in his hand.

"They learn faster by themselves." Pan Ting didn't know why he was guilty, but the fact is that he was indeed a little guilty, as if he was discovered when copying his homework.

Sa'er stretched out his finger and gently pointed between his forehead: "You are the leader, set an example."

Pan Ting showed off the woven grass ring in his hand: "Are you sure you should continue like this?"

Saer said calmly: "Aren't you their god?"

Pan Ting was choked.

When Saul saw Zao come over, he put away the computer and threw it: "Look at him."

Zaozi: "..." Is anyone wrong here? Is it the same country as Pan Ting?

Obviously, there are more than one person who thinks this way.

Pan Ting waited for Sa Er to leave, and immediately took the computer from Zaozi and opened it, and sent it to his nephew: "Look, learn quickly."

Zaozi: "..." Is it really good to have such skillful movements? It was originally planning to struggle with ten thousand words of psychological activities!

The nephew grinned, and his fingers moved quickly as he looked like the picture.

The other members of the Guangrong clan were looking to learn, but they were all shot by Pan Ting. They were not angry and squatted behind their nephews and waited obediently.

My nephew had excellent comprehension and quickly remembered the steps. Then he ran to the haystack and quickly pulled out a pile of grass. Not long after, two grass skirts were freshly released.

Pan Ting took it with a sigh. This grass skirt carries the weaver's love! You can tell that the weaver is very generous, not stingy with the raw materials, and the details are perfect. He searched for a long time but couldn't find the knot.

Pan Ting asked his nephew to raise his legs and help him put on a grass skirt. The grass skirt is very thick and looks a bit like an extended ballet tutu when worn, but the things that should be covered finally covered it.

My nephew was a little uncomfortable after putting it on. He wanted to take off his skirt several times, but he was suppressed by force, so he could only wear it with grievance. His companions touched it curiously, probably thinking that walking in such a skirt was too weird. Soon he put down the woven grass skirt and ran to eat barbecue.

Pan Ting can barely force one, but not the collective, so he has to think of other ways.

Night soon came, and Pan Ting missed him a little. Although Sa'er often acted domineeringly towards him and looked like an instructor, he still did a lot of things in private. At least he could "look up at the bright moon and look down on his hometown."

After eating the barbecue, my nephew lay down next to him with satisfaction, with his thighs facing him.

After a while, Pan Ting heard the people around him hum from time to time and turned his head impatiently: "Why are you...what are you doing?"

My nephew was startled by his sudden increase in voice and stopped immediately.

Pan Ting thought that he was lying beside him just now and felt the thing, and he was completely dissatisfied. "You have too high understanding, right?"

My nephew pushed away his grass skirt and exposed his red and swollen belly.

Pan Ting said in surprise: "How could this happen?"

Their conversation attracted the attention of others. People from the Glorious Clan slowly surrounded him and showed sad expressions when they saw the red belly. Two people stretched out their hands to carry their nephew.

Wouldn't you drag it into the hole again?

Pan Ting hurriedly stopped them, "Calm down! Take off your skirt first, and it may be fine soon." This incident happened because of him, and he accepted his fate to help his nephew take off his skirt.

All the skin covered by the skirt is red.

The others became more and more sad, and even the nephew's eyes showed despair.

"Wait, wait..." Pan Ting pushed away their hands again, looked at his nephew's sad little eyes, his heart was thrilled, it was just an ordinary allergy! Why did it look like a red drink after drinking the crane? The worst thing was that he was so nervous that he trembled!

Pan Ting took a deep breath and stretched out his hand. A ball of white light condensed in his palms, slowly stroking the allergic area. Soon, the red mark disappeared.

...

"god!"

"god!"

"god!"

The Glorious Clan burst into great cheers.

The nephew looked at his belly and then at him. He was full of disbelief and suddenly jumped up and threw Pan Ting down. Seeing this, the others rushed over one by one, two or three to fold the arhat.

Pan Ting, who is used to being the base of the pyramid, simply takes a large font shape and lets them crush them on themselves.

It turns out that he can not only be a ok but also a stylist. He is also quite talented when he thinks about it.

After that time, Pan Ting finally got the treatment he had always dreamed of.

The Glorious Clan still does not understand the true meaning of God, but this does not prevent them from respecting Pan Ting. As long as there is something delicious, Pan Ting will definitely be the first one. Everyone will come to touch their faces before going out, and men and women are no exception.

At first, Pan Ting was a little shy when touching a woman. Although he was a precious handsome guy on Thunder Literature Network, his writing career of sleeping during the day and working at night limited his friends circle and could not join the investment career of making a girlfriend, which requires a long-term sunny investment career. He could only secretly accumulate a lot of manual experience, and other aspects were very blank. However, with more, it was like touching his right hand with his left hand.

During this period, the Glory Clan demonstrated its super learning ability. After several experiments, Pan Ting finally found a suitable grass as a material. He secretly showed his nephew the way of weaving straw sandals and baskets. After seeing it once, he could do it as decent.

Whenever Sa'er saw something new, he would look at him meaningfully.

Pan Ting was a little guilty at first, but after being watched for a long time, he got used to it. He specially prepared a set of rhetoric, hoping to find an opportunity to explain that he was not a teacher, so that they could learn by themselves would be more conducive to the development of the world, etc., but Sa Er did not give him this opportunity. After everyone in the Guangrong tribe wore a grass skirt, Sa Er rarely appeared, and he would take a look from afar every time he came.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye, and the people of the Guangrong clan gradually adapted to life on the plains. Under the guidance of Pan Ting and the computer, they began to build wooden houses.

As the god of the Glorious Clan, Pan Ting is the leader of the clan.

The kind and optimistic nature of the Glorious Clan makes them meaningless for this. They even spontaneously support their nephew who was in the last relationship with him to become the assistant of the patriarch, and they have the priority of barbecue and fruit.

Pan Ting was a little uncomfortable. After all, he was the Creator, so it didn't matter if he didn't eat. Eating occasionally was to satisfy his or her desires. Eat every day... without sugar, salt, MSG, neither sweet, spicy, nor salty, it was really hard to eat. But he didn't want to let their good intentions down. As long as those innocent, kind, innocent and innocent eyes showed a feeling of loss, he couldn't help but reflect on himself, whether he had done something that was unforgivable to the heavens and people. Over time, he had to meet the requests of the Glorious Clan - although their language could not make any requests.

In short, in Pan Ting's heart, the Glory Clan is a group of harsh little fairies!
Chapter completed!