However, Sa'er lived a very leisurely life, completely unaffected by the surging undercurrents in China. He pestered Pan Ting all day long. Pan Ting was annoyed at first, but later he slowly discovered that someone was pestering himself. He was greedy, and some people gave him food and were too lazy to leave. Some people provided the vehicle and wanted to sit down, so they immediately had a chair to deliver it.

When he was proud, he had this idea: Throughout history, what so many emperors have so much to enjoy. Why bother competing for a place with so many people? Just compete for a Saar with yourself and it will be solved.

But soon I was disgusted by my almost degenerate thoughts.

Just like he thought about compromise before, he finally decided.

How many kings have been wise for a lifetime, but they are ruined because of drunkenness and gentleness.

Sa'er's arms may be very warm, and Sa'er's pampering may make people addicted, but as a man, he prefers to use his hands to get what he wants. If his days are not comfortable enough now, he will work hard to build the world until it reaches its desired appearance.

"Sal!" He suddenly stood up, "Let us become career partners!"

"...hasn't it been?" Sa'er looked at him in confusion.

Pan Ting said: "I mean, put our energy and focus on our careers."

Sa'er can: "You want, I like it."

Pan Ting didn't dare to look at those eyes that were as clear as the lake. When there were only two people, Sa'er would change back to his original appearance.

"When will Zaozi come back?"

Sa'er can't say: "It's coming soon."

“What the hell did it do?”

“Make a gift I give you.”

“…My heartbeats very fast.”

Sa'er's eyes were slightly brighter and he smiled docilely: "Are you looking forward to it? Don't worry, you will like it."

"No, I was scared." Pan Ting shook.

Sa'er tentatively stretched out his arm and made a hug. Pan Ting grabbed his arm quickly with his eyes and hands, pointing to the sunset that was slowly falling, "Look at it, it's so beautiful."

Sa'er looked at Pan Ting's face reddened by the sunset, his eyes were dark, and he whispered, "Yes, it's so beautiful."

Afterwards, I don’t know if Pan Ting’s words played a role or if Sa’er finally cared about the Ice and Snow Clan he created, and he began to care about the recent situation of the Kingdom of God. The power of the idol is unstoppable.

The Kingdom of Godland soon set off a trend of following the warriors, and even spread to the palace for a while.

Pan Ting also enjoyed the benefits of the members of the idol group. Although the subjects of the God Land Kingdom still couldn't figure out what the relationship between the warriors and the gods were, nor did they understand how powerful the gods were, it was always right for the warriors to respect the people they respected.

Every time the two of them went out, they were able to be watched. At first, they were viewed from a distance, then they were viewed close, and then they got started.

Pan Tingting sighed. It seems that the model of star-chasing people has always been the same since ancient times.

Sa Er didn't respond when he saw Pan Ting being touched by others, his face slightly sank. When Pan Ting turned his head to look at him, he returned to nature and asked without a trace: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Pan Ting responded to other people's friendly greetings with a smile and whispered: "No."

Sa'er can't say: "You're used to others touching you."

"What!" Pan Ting paused, remembering his glory when he was a master writer in Thunder, and said proudly, "This kind of thing is just a small scene. In the past, there were many people crying and shouting that they wanted to marry me."

"That's why I'm so worthless." Sa'er murmured.

Pan Ting heard something strange and turned his head to look at Sa'er.

Sa'er was taking the flowers from a child, and when he turned around, he looked gentle again.

The storm caused by Pan Ting and Sal in the Kingdom of God finally made King Orlo unable to sit still. He took the initiative to meet Pan Ting and Ilian, and Sal could not help but interfere. He held a seminar on the deeds of the Warriors and a meeting.

Sal was unwilling to go, but Pan Ting received a hint and pushed the person out.

Before leaving, Sa'er broke through the defense line he had insisted on these days and hugged the person from the front. He had a natural breath, a clear and mellow fragrance. With a gentle smell, it was like cherry blossoms falling in the sky, leaves swaying, and the wind came up from the stream and walked into the valley.

"I'm not that annoying to you, right?" Sa'er said softly.

Pan Ting said: "I sometimes blame you, but I don't really hate you." Because you have an undespicable face. Senior members of the Appearance Association are really sad!

Sa'er held his hands tightly, "We're very happy together these days."

Pan Ting guessed what he was going to say next and said carefully: "Yes, this is friendship. A deep friendship is more precious than love. It can be used to slap brothers and lose everything for friends."

"What kind of feelings is actually not important." Although Sa'er said this, his eyes showed sadness, and in the blink of an eye, he retracted again, "What's important is that we are together, right?" The crystal on his forehead was as bright as blood, red and weirdly red!

Pan Ting is rational and struggling with emotions.

Emotionally, he was willing to accept Sa'er's statement, and just got along in a vague way, waiting for one person to be changed by another. But reason flickered in his mind like an alarm, as if once he agreed, he would be doomed in another direction.

As for the reasons, he dared not think deeply.

"...it's still important." He said with difficulty.

Sa'er's arm was slowly exerting force, as if he was about to rub his whole body into his body.

Pan Ting couldn't bear it and said in a lost voice: "It hurts."

Sa'er ignored his deaf ears, pressed his face tightly against Pan Ting, and his arms continued to tighten.

Pan Ting vaguely heard his bones clattering, as if they were about to break in his body. His wrist moved, trying to grab his back, but his joints were shackled and his strength could not be used at all. He could feel himself shattering little by little in Sa'er's arms.

Suddenly, Sa'er loosened his hands.

Pan Ting was reborn after the disaster and almost collapsed on the ground. He was hugged by Sa Er before he could stand firm.

"I'm sorry." Sa'er put him on the chair, suddenly leaned over, and kissed his lips as gently as he could.

Pan Ting could even feel the trembling of Sa'er when he touched.

Kissing and leaving.

As if afraid of his anger, Sa'er quickly left the scene.

Pan Ting, who had been unable to recover from his senses for a long time, felt the pain on his body and the warmth on his lips alone.

Although the ice and snow people were born in the snow and ice, they did not like winter and even had an instinctive resistance to the cold, so that when the weather showed signs of coldness, they would burn a lot of stoves and put them in the house.

Eight stoves were placed in the four corners of King Orlo's dormitory.

After Ilian took a while, his forehead began to sweat. He gently touched Pan Ting, who was sitting on the chair like a stone statue after touching the house, whispering: "Shen God? Don't you feel hot?"

Pan Ting jumped up like an electric shock, subconsciously covering her face, and said in a weird tone: "Hot?! Why do I feel hot?"

Ilian looked at him in surprise, and even King Orlo showed an inquiry look.

Pan Ting quickly calmed down, quickly grasped the situation, and sat down pretending to be calm, "How could you feel hot in the weather so cold? Cough, we are not sitting here to discuss heat energy and cooling, right?"

King Orlo said: "Although I have expressed my respect for God and God before, I still want to repeat it again. You are the light of the Kingdom of God, guiding us in the direction of our progress. Without you, the Kingdom of God would not have the glory of today."

Pan Ting's occupational disease attack, hesitated and said, "It seems inappropriate to use the word 'glory' here, so you should consider it again."

King Orlo pursed his lower lips and said, "But, I hope that the fate of the people of the Godland will be decided by the people of the Godland themselves."

Pan Ting said: "You are right, it should be decided by every person in the Divine Land." He emphasized the pronunciation of the three words "each".

King Orlo said: "I have announced that a farewell party will be held tomorrow to see you and the Warriors off. I hope you must attend!"

Ilian suddenly bounced off the chair, "No!"

Pan Ting stopped him and looked at King Orlo coldly and said, "If you listen to both sides, you will understand. As a king, you should have the heart to adopt other people's opinions."

King Orlow said: "You must also have the decisiveness to refuse to adopt it!"

Ilian looked at Pan Ting uneasyly, fearing that he would cause a landslide and crack in his anger.

It’s not that Pan Ting doesn’t want to, but... he can’t do it! The skills he currently masters can only be considered a magician, but he is less than the level of a magician, and has no deterrence at all.

"You will pay the price for your self-will and voluntary behavior."
Chapter completed!