Sa’er Canal: “There are two modes in the disease system, body mode and mind mode, and now only body mode is turned on.”

"Yes, if you have too many lunatics, God will not be worth it." Pan Ting said, and found that his tone was a bit sharp. He didn't want to do this. During the days he was with the Glorious Clan, he had made many psychological hints, regarding Sa'er as a system administrator, and trying his best to understand what he did, but when things came to an end, he found that he could not be so calm and objective.

Sa'er canal: "You're always angry."

"Because you're always making me angry."

"You are always angry about the Glorious Family."

"...Is it fun to expand the sentence? Chinese teacher!" Pan Ting suddenly remembered that the Guangrong clan had gone to Wuming No. 2 Mountain. He might be confronting the Gaowu clan. He pulled Sa'er and ran away, "Give you a chance to make up for the merits."

Saar looked at him strangely holding his hand, followed two steps lazily, and used a little force to drag the person back.

"What are you doing?" Pan Ting turned around impatiently.

Sa'er canal: "You haven't done your homework for a long time."

"I'm doing my homework every day. If I give me some inspiration, I can build a water truck!" Pan Ting said, "Don't change the topic, follow me to save people first."

"Who to save?"

"Glorious Clan..." Pan Ting remembered Sa'er's attitude towards humans, and ran away, "You don't want me to go by myself!"

Sa'er stepped up and grabbed the person with two steps, stretched his arms and helped him up.

Pan Ting kicked his legs and grabbed his face with his hands.

Sa'er glared at him, and saw that there was no effect, so he simply shook him on his shoulder.

Pan Ting's stomach was pushed hard by his shoulders, and he almost vomited out. His knees pressed against his waist, and his hands pressed on his shoulders, trying to take himself off his body, but Sa'er grabbed his waist and threw it hard and carried it back on his shoulders.

Pan Ting was thrown into a stare-eyed look. Even the roller coaster that he was fighting for faces in front of girls in college was not so uncomfortable. He retching twice and patted Sa'er on the back.

Sa'er canal: "You should learn to give up."

Pan Ting said, "Let me learn to work hard first." He said, suddenly raised his hand and knocked his elbow hard on the back of Sa'er's head!

Sa'er seemed to have eyes on his back, and his head tilted gently, holding his elbow and putting the person down.

Pan Ting wanted to run away, but was easily carried back.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Pan Ting broke away with dissatisfaction.

Sa'er said: "If I tell you that this dispute, the Glorious Clan will win, will you still go?"

Pan Ting said: "With me here, they can reduce their casualties."

Sa'er Canal: "What if the Gaowu tribe is injured and dead?"

"I know what you want to say. As the Creator, you should have great compassion and treat everyone equally. But I can't do anything about it. My heart is born with a left side, and bias is born with it." Pan Ting looked at him with a smile, and his eyes clearly stated what you do to me?

Sa'er Canal: "Remember what you wrote?"

Pan Ting said: "Nonsense, I wrote it."

"Zhang Ziheng died of both his parents since childhood and grew up under the bullying of his uncle and aunt. When Changying, the real person of Xianyuanmen, wanted to accept him as his disciple, he was still obstructed in every way."

"I have to clarify that this is entirely my own idea. What I wrote is not. Changying Zhenren took him as his disciple because he was attracted by the chaos that his parents left in his body, with the purpose of being a close-range pitfall. What did you say this do?"

Sa'er continued: "He was in love with the spoiled fairy of the Immortal Yuan Sect, but was ridiculed and ridiculed. Finally, with the help of his good friend Murong Ziyang, he refined the Chaos* skill and destroyed the Immortal Yuan Sect. The little fairy colluded with the Demonic Heavenly Dragon Emperor and was killed by Murong Ziyang."

Pan Ting became more and more confused as he heard it: "What do you want to say?"

Sa Er canal: "Zhang Ziheng and Murong Ziyang..."

"I know what you are going to say!" Pan Ting said angrily, "Anyway, you are not the first one. I just like to write about the protagonist and the male supporting role? I just like to write about the basics. What's wrong with the little fairy dislikes, and what's the point of hating women? "

During the serialization, the little fairy was very popular. Many readers liked her willfulness and willfulness, thinking that she was much more down-to-earth than the first heroine who was shocked. Some readers even said, "The protagonist does not accept the little fairy, and the author is exposed to be anal every day." But Pan Ting didn't like it. In order to make readers give up, they spent a lot of effort to discredit her image in the later period. First, they envied, jealous and hated the heroine, and acted very superficially. Later, they became more and more aggressive. Sure enough, many readers turned against each other when they saw this, but they did not like the heroine according to Pan Ting's intention, but fell in love with the male supporting role Murong Ziyang, and also hated the ruthless author.

For a time, websites and forums were full of fire, and calls for attacks against Yin Ye were everywhere. During that time, Pan Ting was notorious. As long as posts related to him were posts, spoofs like "Yin Ye is a gay, and the male protagonist loves male supporting roles" were absolutely indispensable. Wherever he went, he was teased. So much so that Pan Ting suffered permanent mental trauma. When he heard Sa Er put Zhang Ziheng and Murong Ziyang together, he immediately turned to this aspect.

Saer looked at him in confusion, wondering if he was changing the subject.

Pan Ting said: "My nephew and I have a very pure relationship with men, not a relationship with men. He has children! It's still me who gave birth to him! It's not right, I helped him deliver him! It seems that it's still wrong."

Sa'er looked at him so irritable that he was incoherent and asked calmly: "Does anyone ever doubt you are impure?"

"...What the hell are you going to say? If you don't say anything, I'll leave, I'm in a hurry to go!"

"Zhang Ziheng and Murong Ziyang live in adversity, and they strive for self-improvement in the harsh environment. The little fairy grew up smoothly, gave up on themselves when they were setbacks, and finally reaped their own fruits. The Glorious Clan is a very excellent race, and I don't want their innate advantages to be erased in warm water."

Pan Ting said: "There are also people with noble origins and noble hearts. I have confidence in the Glorious Clan."

Sa'er used his trump card: "You insist on your own, and I can only support the Gaowu clan."

Pan Ting's face changed.

"They also have their innate talents."

"For example, setting fire, making bad."

Sa'er canal: "You decide for yourself."

Seeing him turning around and leaving, Pan Ting hurriedly said, "What do you want me to do?"

Sa’er Canal: “The old rules are open to the disease system, and you need to supplement the types of diseases.”

Pan Ting turned his head: "I won't do anything to aid evil people."

Sa'er canal: "It's okay for me to do it. I will list the Glorious Clan as a special case. When I catch a cold, I open my intestines and break my stomach, and when I get heat, my body ignites spontaneously."

"...Are you kidding?"

Sa’er Canal: “It’s up to your attitude.”

Pan Ting stared at him fiercely.

Sa'er was calm.

Pan Ting took two deep breaths: "Let me go to Wuming No. 2 Mountain first."

Sa'er turned his head, his hair fell from his forehead and slanted across his cheeks. The red color could not burn his enthusiasm, and his green eyes looked at him indifferently like dyed ice and snow.

"I'll write your case after reading it!" Pan Ting fell down this sentence coolly, turned his head and walked, paying attention to the movement behind him, and took more than a dozen steps, and found that no one was catching up behind him, so he took a big step and ran forward with great efforts.

Pan Ting's feelings for Wuming No. 2 Mountain are very delicate. After falling twice, he feels sore in his waist and back pain every time he looks at its height. But it is also a place where magical breeding is born. Wuliang Phoenix and the Glorious Clan are born on it. Now the Gaowu Clan is here to occupy the mountain as the king. It seems that the story of this world always likes to be centered here.

When he first came, he developed a path. Now this path has been taken a lot, and the prototype of the road has begun to take shape. The soil has been trampled very thickly, and the stones blocking the road have been kicked away.

Pan Ting went all the way, unobstructed.

As he approached the cave, a Gaowu clan member suddenly rushed out. Fortunately, Pan Ting was always prepared and immediately disappeared and flashed.

The Gaowu clan rushed to the sky, looked around in fear, and made a whisper from his mouth.

The heads of the two Gaowu clans were exposed behind the trees on both sides, grinning, as if mocking and threatening. The three of them communicated and soon got into the woods.

Pan Ting was afraid that the cave had been occupied by the Gaowu clan, so he walked very carefully and tried not to make any noise, fearing that he would alarm the people in the cave. He walked to the edge of the cave, and it was quiet inside. When he looked at it, he saw his nephew's big butt sticking out.

There are a lot of people standing in the cave, all of whom are the Glorious clan.

The girl's body was placed on the platform in the middle. The Glorious Clan lined up and stroked her face one after another. Everyone muttered a word when they were modeling. When Pan Ting approached, he heard them talking about God.

"God!"

Another earth-shaking call.

Pan Ting's feet became weak and almost fell to the ground, but was hugged by his nephew who rushed over.

The nephew licked his face and looked at him greedily. These eyes seemed to have thousands of words to say, but they were unable to express them. They could only call "God" over and over again.

Pan Ting pushed him away silently and walked to the end of the team. When it was his turn, he would touch her face with his hands like them, but he said: "Rest in peace."

This is the second corpse in the cave. The first one was cleared out as early as when the Gaowu clan settled. Even so, Pan Ting always felt a rotten smell in his nose when he was breathing. He wanted to popularize burials, but was afraid of interfering with them too much, so he swallowed the suggestion back.

He asked his nephew how he came from and where was the original person?

This time, the nephew did not gesture with his hands, but lowered his head and thought for a long time before saying, "We are here, we will come. They will leave, no, we will..." He pinched his fists and touched each other.

Pan Ting said in surprise: "You mean, you drove them away with your fists?"

The nephew nodded.

Pan Ting remembered that Sa Er said that the dispute between the Glorious Clan and the Gaowu Clan was the victory of the Glorious Clan, and he couldn't help but praise him for what he expected.

The nephew waved his hand: "One of them, we are..."

Pan Ting suddenly realized that the selfish side of the Gaowu clan's nature made them lonely travelers. Even if the interests of the group are threatened, they cannot be organized in an orderly manner. They can only fight alone, and of course they cannot win a large group like the Glorious clan that advances and retreats in everything.

"Beautiful job." Seeing that his nephew didn't understand, he added, "Good job."

"Okay!" the nephew shouted happily.

The Glorious Clan was infected by him and became happy.

"..." The Guangrong clan is so simple and easy to coax. Should I really be responsible? Pan Ting said: "I'll talk to you."

Pan Ting took his nephew to a location not far from the entrance of the cave, "Tell you Pandora first." After that, he told Pandora's story, regardless of whether he understood or not. "This story tells us that you should never care too much about their dowry when choosing a wife. Then tell you about Newton's smashing." He said to himself, "This story tells us that no matter how high the IQ is, you must know how to observe! The apple is still sitting underneath when it is ripe, so it is definitely a fight."

The nephew looked at him in a daze.

"I'm so stupid, why are you laughing at?" Pan Ting patted his head. After seeing a touch of redness, he looked closely and saw that it was Sa'er standing there. His green eyes looked at him faintly, and he was simply emitting a green light.

Pan Ting's smile gradually became stiff, and then he put it away: "It's a pity that there is not enough time, otherwise I really want to say it. It's not that I agree with Sa'er's words, but that I wrote this book!"
To be continued...