The second floor is smaller than the appearance. A bed, a table, and a chair occupy most of the space. An old man with white hair shrank in a chair. Just looking at his back, his thin and short image could not find any trace of the heroic appearance of Damai in his memory.

The receptionist whispered a few words in his ear. He turned around tremblingly. When he saw Pan Ting, his eyes narrowed, and quickly grew bigger, bursting out with a scorching gaze.

These eyes seemed to take Pan Ting through time, and vaguely saw a tall young man rushing out of the stone house with a group of equally tall men.

"God," he stammered.

Pan Ting walked over slowly, raised his hand and patted his face, and smiled, "I'm growing up."

The gray-haired old man suddenly let out a cry that was almost like a child's sob in his throat. He suddenly pushed away the chair and stood up, and threw himself into the arms of the young man who seemed to have come in with sunshine and hope.

Pan Ting gently patted the old man on the back and gave a gesture to the receptionist who was still standing aside and unwilling to leave.

The man was very unwilling to accept it, and moved his steps out little by little, like a snail. At this speed, he would probably not touch the threshold until dawn tomorrow.

Pan Ting raised his hand and touched his face.

The man was surprised, a little confused and a little happy, and then stepped out and brought him to the door carefully.

Damaizi cried so hard that she was dark. After finally stopping to rest for a while, Pan Ting hurriedly pushed him away, "How are you doing?"

It would be fine if he didn't ask, but when he asked, the tears that Damai had finally stopped began to pour down again.

Pan Ting knew the opportunity and pretended to move the chairs to isolate the two of them. Damaizi didn't notice it, sobbed for a while before saying, "We did something wrong and made you angry?"

Pan Ting said: "No, but you..." It's not good to be involved in the Gaowu clan and rape! This sentence was passed in his heart and never said it. Sa'er said he was partial, and he admitted that birds of a feather flocked together, and kind people always like to be with kind people. However, he was not so biased that he interfered with their free interactions. Thinking about the wicked faces of those who were waving sticks and money on TV, he was really not interested in imitating them.

"What are we?" Damaizi cared about what he didn't finish.

"Why did you move?" Pan Ting asked.

Damaizi's lower lip trembled for a while, and then said for a while: "Since you left, God has dropped his anger and a great disaster has come."

Beast tides, earthquakes, hurricanes, river flooding... Disasters are like an appointment, and they come one after another.

Damaizi's language was very simple, and the scene of shaking the mountains and surging winds was vividly displayed in front of Pan Ting. He seemed to hear the cry of despair and roar of anger in his ears, mixed with questions about him.

Pan Ting wanted Damaizi to shut up to drive away the sourness that could not be suppressed in her heart, but her throat seemed to be blocked, allowing the sound to come in from her ears, but she couldn't make a sound.

Until Damaizi finished speaking, the room was quiet in a turbulent and turbulent manner.

"God." Damaizi, who calmed down slightly, called him softly, "That's not your anger, right?"

Pan Ting's neck was a little stiff, and he nodded for a long time.

Damaizi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great. We have always believed that you wouldn't do that."

Pan Ting did not ask if anyone thought it was his fault, nor did he ask who those people were. In that case, fear and suspicion would destroy everything, whether it is trust or faith.

In any case, this country is still called God and God, which is already an attitude.

"You have managed this country well. Who came up with the government of the East and West? The idea is very... Well, creative." Pan Ting looked at Damaizi's sudden change of face, and his heart moved, and said with a wry smile, "Is it because of me?"

Damaizi was not good at lying, and his dodging eyes betrayed everything. When establishing the new city, half of the people opposed continuing to use the three words "Divine God Kingdom", including the Ice and Snow Clan and the Gaowu Clan. Only members of the Glorious Clan, who were composed of the Glorious Clan, insisted. Finally, the Gaowu Clan surrendered to the technology mastered by the God Kingdom, and the Ice and Snow Clan left to establish the Divine Land Kingdom. After the Divine Divine Kingdom developed, the Gaowu Clan finally showed dissatisfaction. With the support of more than half of the people, they established the Western Government and competed with the East Government. At first, half of the people opposed it, but when they enjoyed the policy preferential policies of the Western Government, they began to abide by the existence of the dual government. Until now, only a small part of the Glorious Clan who insisted on supporting the East Government still maintained the most steadfast belief in Pan Ting.

Pan Ting thought of those who changed their color when they heard the gods and said bitterly: "I didn't expect that I had become a crossing rat that everyone shouted and beat."

Damaizi hurriedly said, "It's not the case. A few people used to pretend to be you because they were similar to the statue, and they were all exposed by us."

Pan Ting was in a better mood and found that the atmosphere was too gloomy, so he found a relaxed topic: "It's too troublesome to use goods. Have you considered using currency? It's an intermediary to measure the value of goods... goods... goods."

"The Western Government has done this."

After Damaizi said this, Pan Ting immediately had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, he continued: "Later, the things that replace goods appeared in large quantities... The items became very worthless and many people could not buy them."

Obviously, this is artificially created money privately to cause inflation. Of course, the simple and glorious clan would not have thought of such a method. Needless to say, it must have been done by the Western Government.

"Shen Shen, can I... please help me?" Damaizi asked carefully.

"you say."

"After the catastrophe, many people began to get sick and died soon after. We had no choice. There were many pregnant women who had miscarriages and difficult labor. I think," he looked at Pan Ting's face and said carefully, "Can you ask God to... guide us and conquer them."

Pan Ting looked at his cautious look and pursed his lips with disgust, "I..."

"Just guide." Damaizi added, "Even if you leave, we can save ourselves."

Pan Ting was stunned.

Damaizi lowered his head embarrassedly and said these words, using all his strength and courage.

"That's it," Pan Ting lowered his head, looked at the wooden stick in his hand, his chest filled with inexplicable anger, and after a long time he said, "I'll go back and think about it." He didn't want to see Damaizi's expression, so he passed by him, took two steps at a time, rushed down the stairs in meteors, and walked out of the door.

The receptionist at the door wanted to speak, but the person stood up, and Pan Ting's back disappeared in a flash.

Pan Ting saw Sa'er standing by the wall, and before he could speak, he pointed at his nose: "Don't speak or laugh!"

Sa'er raised his eyebrows.

Pan Ting took two steps and fell back in anger, almost poking his nose with his fingertips: "It's all your fault!"

Sa'er Canal: "There is a solution."

Pan Ting said: "What to solve?"

"Treat the disease."

"Who? Who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is not there?" Pan Ting sneered, "Do they care about it? Anyway, in their eyes, I am just a disaster that will bring disasters. It's best not to happen!" What sadd him the most was that the person who didn't want him to be the same as him was the glorious clan he was thinking about!

“You do not show up often.”

"Who did it hurt?!" Pan Ting stared at him hatefully, his eyes almost poked into his face.

Saar said calmly: ""

"You are just a creator, you are not the Glorious Clan. Your mission is to lead them and perfect the world. You have never been one of them." Sa'er coldly poked out Pan Ting's most hidden desire in his heart.

Pan Ting's heart was like being pulled out of thread, slowly pulled out of his body, and his body slowly lost strength. He was always contradictory, and reason divided himself and Zaozi and Sa'er into the same category. His feelings depended on the glorious clan, enjoying their blind trust and admiration, and thus proved his value.

Damaizi is not wrong. He cannot guarantee that he will stay in the Kingdom of God at all times, nor can he guarantee that healing can save everyone in time. Learning to save himself is the best way to improve the situation of the Kingdom of God.

He just had no choice but to accept that he was so quickly abandoned from their world. Although, very early, his subconscious had realized that the day would come sooner or later.

"What's the solution?" Pan Tingzhao asked casually.

Saar said: "Forgot? Your plant setting."

When Pan Ting was reminded by him, he remembered that he had just created plants. He still retained the characteristics of a great god of immortal cultivation, mostly strange plants such as seven-colored peaches. These plants cannot solve people's livelihood problems, but they have the effects of prolonging life and being invincible by all poisons.

"No." He quickly woke up. He wrote novels for so many years and read novels for so many years. Of course, he knew that the magic medicine, military secrets, and treasure artifacts would definitely cause bloody storms. Under the influence of the Gaowu clan, human beings have begun to fall and can no longer withstand more destruction.

Sa'er's mouth curled slightly, "Then he can only create a world where everyone can ascend to the Tao."

Pan Ting's eyelids twitched, "This is your purpose."

"It's also the best way to solve the problem."

After experiencing the blow of being "abandoned", Pan Ting became much stronger and more mature, and he had no way to sing a counter-topic: "The ugly words are ahead, and this time the setting is fully responsible, and you are not allowed to make mistakes."

"Okay." Saar agreed very happily.

Pan Ting snorted coldly, took two steps, then retreated, pointed to the black diamond crystal as big as a fingernail on his forehead and said, "Did you inlaid it yourself or it's long?"
Chapter completed!