What else does he want to do?

What does he want to do again!

Pan Ting is very irritable.

The Snow Tribe's patriarch said: "I hope God will allow us to join your country."

Pan Ting couldn't think of Sa'er's intention for a while, so he had to say perfunctorily: "You must be very tired when you come here for a long distance. Let's take a break before talking about this." He called Madov and asked him to arrange accommodation.

Damaizi looked sad: "The new house has not been built yet."

The IQ of the Glorious Clan in invention and creation is beyond doubt, but its ability to handle affairs needs to be improved. Pan Ting was about to speak, but he heard Madoff suggesting that someone and someone live with someone, and that someone can live in someone’s house. In a few words, he vacated seven or eight houses.

Pan Ting's heart was moved. Three races and three settings were not a complementary form? Perhaps only by integrating them together can we build a real country, rather than a standardized tribe.

"Fifty-six constellations and fifty-six flowers, fifty-six brothers and sisters are a family..." Pan Ting hummed a little tune.

In this way, the Snow Tribe lived in the Kingdom of Gods and Gods, which was not as good as a country.

At first, Pan Ting was worried that the two races would have conflicts due to habits, customs and other reasons, but every time he saw the scene, the people of the Snow Tribe were staring there with cold faces, and the Glory Tribe laughed foolishly, not knowing what was going on. Although the scene was not pleasant, it didn't seem to be quarrel.

Later, the Snow Tribe understood the personality of the Glory Tribe and knew that the cold face and cold eyes were useless to them, so he had to give up the Cold War and tell the other party directly if there were any questions. The Glory Tribe happily changed every time. After a long time, the Ice Tribe's previous immigrants were used as bridges, and the two races gradually developed the habit of negotiation.

Seeing this, Pan Ting gradually felt relieved and shifted his main thoughts to the formulation of the law. At this time, he regretted his abandoned college time. If he had a minor in law at that time, even if he took some time to listen, it would be better than catching the scalp against the legal terms now.

He originally wanted to copy and read it carefully and found that most of the above clauses have not yet occurred in this world. If copied, one may be that no one can understand it, and the other may be that learning and practical application.

He searched with the computer for a long time, and finally changed the rules of primary school students as a law.

The manuscript was written by Damaizi. After it was completed, it was taken to study by the elders led by the chief. After that, three major learning classes were held, calling on the citizens of the entire Kingdom of God to exchange and study.

In class, the most serious study was the Glorious Clan, followed by the Mixed Race and the Snow Clan... It should be considered as sitting there.

Seeing the tacit understanding of the two tribes' lives, Pan Ting felt that it was not impossible to form a country, so he tested the attitude of the snow tribe leader. The snow tribe leader looked at him calmly: "Aren't we already joining?"

Pan Ting: "..."

After the Snow Tribe, the Forest Tribe also joined shyly for the same reason as the Snow Tribe.

Pan Ting ran to find Sa'er again, but Zaozi was still the only one who guarded the house.

"Do you think he's hiding from me?"

"Why should I hide from you?"

"Because he is brewing some conspiracy."

"Why is a conspiracy brewing?"

"Because he wants to deal with me!"

"He can crush you with just one finger, why is it so troublesome to plan a conspiracy?"

“…”

Pan Ting found that he had been speechless recently.

After the snow and forest tribes joined, the Gaowu tribe finally arrived. Pan Ting felt unwilling to do so, but he was embarrassed to speak out, so he had to use the excuse that the stone house was not enough and let them sleep outside.

The people of the Gaowu clan were very dissatisfied, but they had no patriarch, and they were like a mess of sand. No one wanted to jump out first, so things were justified.

Pan Ting was restless, feeling that Sa'er was playing a big game of chess, and he had to find Sa'er immediately, immediately. He planned to tell Damaizi that he was going to go far. This time, he would never come back if he didn't find Sa'er!

He came to Damaizi's stone house, and as soon as he pushed the door, he saw Sa'er sitting leisurely on the chair, looking at himself indifferently: "Are you looking for me?"

Pan Ting took a step back, maintained a distance of four or five meters, and said timidly: "You should know why I'm looking for you!"

Saer said: "This doesn't matter. I'm planning to turn on the natural disaster system, so you can get space with me."

Natural disaster?

I'm a carp!

Pan Ting hit the door: "Can you change the habit of crow's mouth? Why is there no good things every time you come out of your mouth?"

Sa’er Canal: “The creation value is further growing, and your days are getting home closer, isn’t that a good thing?”

“Not for them.”

"Is there any natural disaster in your world?"

"Yes! But I hope not. I am the creator of this world, I have the final say!"

When Sa'er heard this, his eyebrows trembled.

Pan Ting was angry: "What's there to despise?"

Sa'er canal: "I don't."

"Don't lie to me, my face reading skills have long passed the eighth level of professionalism."

Sa'er looked at him deeply for a while before saying, "Are you sure? If you don't open the natural disaster system, you will lose a huge amount of creation value. No matter how many other things you do, you won't be able to make up for it." He paused, his tone slightly lowered, and asked with three points of temptation, seven points of sexy, "Don't you want to go home?"

Pan Ting, who is also a man, was unmoved. "The consequence of opening up the natural disaster system is that no matter how many other things I do, I can't make up for it."

"Since you decided so well," Sa'er said, "and you go back to the space and turn it off."

"You've turned on?"

"Um."

"That's it..." Pan Ting pulled a long voice, turned his head and ran away.

Sa'er rushed over and hugged the person a second before he moved instantly. Pan Ting felt that his back and arms were pinched vigorously. He had a flash in front of him, and the person had moved outside the tribe - the real one was called Tiantian and the earth was not effective.

Pan Ting calmed down: "What do you want to do?"

Sa'er held him with one hand, his green eyes exuded a bit of sarcastic mockery.

Pan Ting said: "Since everyone understands, I will open the skylight and say something bright. Damn, you don't plan to give up the natural disaster system at all!"

Sa'er nodded: "Yes."

...

He actually admitted so quickly and simply! He really doesn't want any shame!

Pan Ting said: "Be kind to be a human being. Everyone is the Creator, they are our children. It will be of no benefit to anyone when you open the Creator system."

"What is good for us is to get the created value."

"We can't be so philanthropic!" Pan Ting blinked, and the person had already entered the space. "Can you ask me for my opinion?"

"I asked, you only provide advice, I will decide."

"Bang!" Pan Ting punched the wall.

Sa'er looked at his back and showed a little annoyance on his face. His lips stuttered for a moment, and he wanted to say something, but Zaozi snatched it first: "Do you want to quarrel? Do you want me to make a living?" The fire at the city gate caused the pond fish, which once made it unforgettable for life.

"No." Sa'er looked at Pan Ting.

Pan Ting still stood still.

"Are you okay?" Zaoko asked cautiously.

...

Of course there is something wrong with peat! The fist hits the wall, making your arms numb?

With extraordinary repair ability, Pan Ting slowly lowered his arm and turned around: "Saer! Let's have a good talk."

Sal pressed the OK button, "Yes."

Pan Ting widened his eyes, "What did you do just now?"

"Open the natural disaster system."

"I'm going to suck!" Pan Ting punched again!

...

Still so painful.

"Let me go out." Pan Ting put his hands behind his back and rubbed them.

Sa’er Canal: “After turning on the natural disaster system, the system will be upgraded.”

Pan Ting stung his neck in one breath, almost unable to get down. Later, Zaozi couldn't see it, so he kicked him in the chest and kicked him out. Pan Ting rushed over and pulled Sa'er's clothes tightly: "Listen to me! You stop now, immediately, or I will die with you! I will tell the truth this time!"

Sa'er Canal: "No need to be so troublesome."

"I won't bother you!"

Sa'er can't say: "I won't live long without you doing it."

"What?" Pan Ting looked at him suspiciously, "Do you mean that the natural disaster system is specially developed to collect you? You are not so kind, are you?"

Sa'er canad: "Do you remember the story you told?"

Pan Ting said: "As long as I am awake, I tell stories most of the time. Which one do you say?"

Sa Er canal: "Zhang Ziheng."

Pan Ting was a little proud. There was no way. His storytelling was so fascinating that Sa Er was thinking about it.
To be continued...