Pan Ting was startled and looked at him in horror: "What are you doing here?"

Saar said: "I can't get out."

Pan Ting sneered: "Even if you can't get out, you don't have to squat in the corner, right? Besides, who is the one who can't get out? You should be the one who suffers it, right?"

Sa'er canal: "Terrible."

...

Pan Ting poked Zaozi with his finger: "Has his style changed again? Didn't he go from dull and indifferent to gentleness and blackness? He wouldn't he have to turn back again, right?"

Zaozi said, "Which type do you like?"

"If you have to choose, you are dull and gentle?"

Zaozi said: "His normal style is indifferent and black-hearted."

Pan Ting: "..."

Saer greeted them: "Let's calculate the creation value. We are currently at sixty-one level..."

Pan Ting said in surprise: "We are already level 61?"

Saar and Zaozi glared at him at the same time.

Pan Ting said: "You suddenly became so humanized, it really makes me so flattered that I can't adapt."

Sa'er canal: "I said you should know the world better."

Pan Ting said: "Don't I understand yet? I know clearly who will sleep at night when humans can snore and snore."

Saar added: "It is limited to the Glorious Family."

"...I'm a sample survey," Pan Ting said, "and I'm also very clear about the structure of human bodies, regardless of gender."

“Only for the Glorious Family.”

Pan Ting said: "Aren't humans the same?"

Sa'er Canal: "It looks different."

"..." Once was a coincidence, twice was luck, but three or four times, Pan Ting was sure that Sa'er was mocking his appearance. "There is a kind of person wearing human skin and a stomach full of bad water. We call him scum! There is also a kind of person who looks outstanding and does things outrageously. We call them beasts!"

Sa'er canon: "Are you referring to Earthlings?"

"right."

Sa'er said: "You said you are pretty good-looking on Earth, so which one is it?"

Pan Ting: "..." He seemed to have wrapped himself in again?

Sa Er ignored his entangled mood and said to himself: "It's still 7869,632 points away from being able to level 60." He glanced at Pan Ting, "You must not know that level 60 is a level, and you can turn on the time misalignment system."

Pan Ting glared at Zaozi.

Zaozi said: "This question is a bit deep, he is still at the level of a primary school student."

Pan Ting stretched out his hand at it.

Zaozi thought about it and put his feet on his palm.

Pan Ting lifted it up and shook it!

"Once the dislocation system is turned on, the outside world and the creator space will implement two time systems, and the external process will accelerate. For us, the creation value generated by human development will accelerate."

Pan Ting said: "It is as the saying goes, one day in heaven, one year in man?"

Sa'er Canon: "So that."

"Wait." Pan Ting suddenly stood up straight, "What is the ratio of time in the outside world and space?"

Sa'er can't say: "You've just said it."

Pan Ting said: "You mean I'm staying here for a month, maybe thirty years have passed?"

“Your math is pretty good.”

“How long is human life?”

"According to the system's assessment of the living environment, the average is 120 years. The original age of human beings is twenty years old." Sa'er looked at him with clarity, "So too of the glorious clan."

"Don't get up to level 60 for now." Pan Ting said, "Wait until I finish these diseases."

Sa'er walked to the edge of the big screen, pressed the page turn button on the lower right hand, "These? These? Or these?" The "fill in the blanks" on the screen flipped like a flying flickering, countless fill-in-the-blanks flashing, like a bottomless hole with stars, each leading to endless darkness.

Pan Ting opened his mouth, "No matter how many there are, I will wait until I finish writing before upgrading!"

Saer ruthlessly poked his last hope: "According to the system points reward, as long as you create 10,000 diseases, the system will automatically upgrade. If you want to leave here, you must complete the creation of 300,000 diseases."

Pan Ting put his palm on his face and licked his tongue gently on his lips. The man swayed back and forth for a while, suddenly came to Sa'er and swung his fist.

Sa'er tapped his fist.

"Damn it, where did I offend you? I want to punish me like this?!" Pan Ting was held by his hand and kicked him with his feet!

Sa'er shook his wrist and threw it into the corner. He twisted his hands behind him, his legs stuck his thighs tightly, and said in a deep voice: "When are you going to be willful?"

"I'm willful?" Pan Ting sneered, closed his eyes, and was silent for a while, and suddenly struggled fiercely, "Yes, how about I'm just willful? I'm crazy and I'm willing! I have problems and I won't treat you! You hit me and kill me, and you have the will to kill me!"

Zaozi carefully pulled to the Storm Zone: "If you have something to discuss, you can calm down."

Sa'er kicked it aside and said to Pan Ting: "When will you recognize your identity and accept your fate?"

"I don't want it! I don't want it!" Pan Ting suddenly burst out, "Why are you dissatisfied with me? How far am I going? Why did the Glorious Clan provoke you? Why do you have to break us apart?!"

Sa'er canon: "Who do you like the person from the Glorious Clan?"

"Yes, I like it. He is my closest friend in this world! I tmd doesn't like who he likes? Do you like you? I don't even know who you are, why do you come here? Do you like Creation? I just know what it is, with wires or glass beads in my body! Who else can I like? Let me be honest, before the Glory Clan appeared, I didn't think I was a person in this world, let alone the shit creator! This name sounds quite high-end, but I have never been interested in anyone who wants to be whom! After the Glory Clan appeared, I still felt that this world was interesting. I am no longer lonely. Some people understand me, some people appreciate me, and some people respect me! There is only such a little fun left in my life. Why do you still have to deprive me? Who are you? Who do you think you are?!"

The words in his heart were suppressed and stuffy for a long time finally erupted. At this moment, Pan Ting felt extremely comfortable, but he was extremely sad inside. He felt extremely small. He had never felt this feeling even when he was an ordinary citizen on earth. But here, he was like a puppet who was fiddled with, being led by a thread, numbly doing what they wanted him to do.

He felt that the soul was about to be strangled.

"I will leave here." Sa'er looked at Pan Ting's sudden wide eyes and continued slowly, "but not now."

Pan Ting's shoulders moved, and found that he could never get rid of the other party's clamping. He angrily said: "It's all my business whether you can go or not!"

"If you cannot become a competent creator, this world cannot become a third-level world, or even collapse."

Pan Ting sneered: "You are Eunuch Sa? I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

Saer ignored his malicious eyes and continued, "In this way, you will not be able to fulfill the conditions you promised me."

"What did I promise you?"

Pan Ting thought about it for a while, vaguely remembered that he had indeed said that he would help him accomplish something, but he did not say what it was: "That's your bad luck."

Sa'er let go of his hand and suddenly pinched his neck as Pan Ting rubbed his wrist: "If you make a mistake, I will definitely not be the only one who is desperate. You can't leave here and return to Earth, but I can. I know you have relatives on Earth."

"Bastard!" Pan Ting was forced to raise his neck and his face turned red.

Sa'er said incisively: "Of course, the first thing you have to bear is your favorite Glory Clan." Seeing that Pan Ting stopped struggling, he slowly let go of his hand.

Pan Ting hit his head against his chest, was wrapped around Sa Er, and put his neck on his shoulder bit by bit, and his mouth was placed next to his ear: "Didn't you always want to know what the real me is like? From today on, I will let you see clearly. I'm fed up with you to play boring training games! From now on, I will not give you any space for freedom, all the plans and steps follow mine."

Pan Ting gritted his teeth and held on: "What if I refuse?"

Saar let go of him and slowly walked towards the Celestial.

Zaozi was about to run away, but Sa'er pinched him back.

Sa'er carried it and shook it in front of Pan Ting: "You said that your friend only has the Glorious Clan, so you shouldn't care what it turns out, right?"

Pan Ting held back his anxiety and sneered: "What do you think?"

Sa'er raised his hand and pulled out one of Zao's tentacles and threw it on the ground.

Zaozi screamed.

Sa'er Cantonese: "The creation of a thousand diseases is completed within three days, otherwise the next one that falls to the ground will be its arm."

"No!" Zaozi ran to Pan Ting in horror and hugged his ankle, "For my loyalty to you, don't abandon me."

Pan Ting's lips trembled, and he didn't make any noise.

Zaozi said to Sa'er again: "I am a hardworking man who relies on my hands to make a living. Don't touch my hands."

Sa'er was easy to discuss and nodded, "Then start with your feet."

Zaozi grabbed Pan Ting's pants and shivered slightly: "Legs are also important to me!"

"The timing begins." Say it, Sa'er stopped looking at Pan Ting, walked to the small screen and worked on his own.

Pan Ting looked at his back for a long time, and finally couldn't stand the noise attack of Zaozi's demon voice, so he walked to the big screen hatefully and clicked on the first fill-in-the-blank.

Disease name: Salal neuropathy

Symptoms: hair turns red, eyes turn green, eyes tilted, mouth crooked, quadriplegia, incontinence, and when the disease occurs, I like to make a cry of: I am a psychopath, a super psychopath.
Chapter completed!