Pan Ting, in anger, had a strong move and appeared in the Divine God Palace in a moment.

There is a huge circular square in the center of the Gods Palace, with various colors painted on the ground. Many pictures have been seen in the exhibition room of the Kingdom of Gods. A small circular open space is left in the center of the square, with a statue standing upright.

Although she changed into a pure white new paint, Pan Ting recognized the one from the Glorious Clan at a glance.

only……

Pan Ting said: "Will the paint technology be regressed? What are the bumpy faces on your face? Are you lazy?"

Zaozi said: "Calm down."

Pan Ting gritted his teeth, "And there must have been no re-sanding before applying paint, right? Look, it's getting fatter and fatter!"

Zaozi said: "I think it's more realistic."

...

Zaozi looked at Pan Ting, who stopped to observe his body shape whenever he could see the reflection, and shouted unbearably: "Is there still nothing left?"

Pan Ting looked at him expressionlessly: "Unless you admit that I'm not fat at all."

“…You are not fat at all.”

"It looks thin when dressing, and it's meaty when taking off clothes."

"..." Zaozi tried several times, but he could not speak such a stingy word from his mouth. He pointed helplessly ahead, "Go there and continue to take a picture."

“…”

After seeing the Glory Mansion and the Jiexin Mansion, Pan Ting did not have much expectations for the place where the Son of God lived. He basically imagined it according to the standards of King Orlo, the king of the Godland. However, when he actually arrived at the place, he was shocked.

It’s not because the palace in front of me is so luxurious, but because it’s too simple.

It's completely opposite to what I imagined.

Zaozi said, "Why don't you go in?"

Pan Ting muttered: "Let's look slim when dressing, and let's take off your clothes and be fleshy."

"...You are not giving up? Well, you look thinner in your clothes and have flesh on your clothes. OK, let's go."

"Look, to be honest, it's not too difficult." Pan Ting patted Zaozi's head, "But I don't mean that this is what I mean. I mean, something that looks dry on the outside does not mean that it's not moisturizing inside. Let's go in."

...

It turns out that not every skinny man can see muscles when he takes off his clothes.

At least, the inside and outside of the house are not much different. A shaggy old man kneels in front of the painted wall occupying the layout with a pious expression. If you have to say that there are any luxury in the room, there are probably only those rows of big red candles.

Zaozi pointed at the man with four heads and eighteen arms on the wall, "Who is this? So ugly?"

Pan Ting: "..." Although the person's face in the painting is somewhat similar to the statue outside, the truth cannot be so cruel!

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Omnipotent God, when will you hear my call and give me a holy voice?"

Zaozi said in surprise: "Is it you?"

Pan Ting whispered: "Shut up."

The old man suddenly stood up excitedly: "Is it you? The omnipotent god!"

Pan Ting was considering what kind of posture he was more handsome when he went out.

The old man knelt in front of the painting crying and said, "I am your most devout child, please come out and meet me."

...

child?

Pan Ting hesitated whether to go out.

"I haven't married yet, how can I have a child? Who are you? Do you dare to cheat me if you take the name of my son?" Pan Ting appeared in the narrow gap between the old man and the wall.

The old man raised his head excitedly.

Pan Ting immediately covered his lower body. Damn! Why are you kneeling so close to him? He is almost pinched.

The old man seemed to realize this and quickly retreated, "The omnipotent god, all things in the world are created by you, and I am the same, so I am naturally your child. I have never deceived you, and my ambition is just to meet you and listen to your teachings."

Pan Ting said: "What you should not listen to is my teachings, but the voice of God's kindness to the people! Can't you hear it? In the Jingxin Mansion, some people are crying, wailing, and struggling on the brink of life and death."

"They are all strange disciples!"

"Why do you say they are alien disciples?"

The old man sighed, "God, don't be blinded by their hypocritical and pitiful appearances. They are not pious to your heart, are petty about their personal gains and losses, and do not know how to contribute to you! Such people are not worthy of standing in this kingdom bathed in your glory and grace."

Pan Ting said: "But as far as I know, they are just trying to find their own land and their relatives."

"In the kingdom of God, nothing is yours, everything is your gift! Their care shows inner dishonesty."

Pan Ting, who came from the 21st century Earth, finally found the crux of the problem, "You should not imprison their thoughts. Whether you believe in me is their freedom. I am happy to have such a pious child as you... but I also accept the ideas of others."

"No, this is wrong! This will only cause them to be lazy, arrogant, selfish and depraved. Only by letting them care about God and serve God with all their hearts will this country make progress!"

...

Pan Ting brainwashed the old man for three days, but he almost got brainwashed by the old man.

"Just think you said, a wooden stick can easily be broken, and a bundle of wooden sticks can be broken. Only by uniting and working together can we complete... God God? God God?!"

Pan Ting woke up in a panic and sat upright, "Come on! The teacher said so well, I didn't do anything in class."

The old man looked at him kindly, "It would be great that God can understand."

“…”

Pan Ting took the pass order given to him by the old man and came out of the Son of God's palace dejectedly. Although the old man repeatedly asked to escort him to visit the Kingdom of God in person, he still refused. He was afraid that this brainwashing machine would become his brain-dead fan after washing it for a few more days.

The power of repeating and repeating is really terrible.

...

It's even scarier than Nao Platinum.

"Look there!" Zaozi pointed in the direction of the palace of God.

Pan Ting glanced casually and was stunned: "What's going on?"

Zaozi said, "Aren't you the fire?"

Pan Ting said: "How is it possible? I don't have the ability to control fire..." He suddenly thought of someone who can control fire.

Zaozi said: "You can't control the fire, but you can control the wind. There are so many candles in the room, you can burn a kiln if you blow it a few times."

Pan Ting was stunned and said, "It makes sense."

"You really did it?"

"Of course not!" Pan Ting's face was black.

The people from the Gods Palace began to put out the fire, but the fire was too big and it was not saved. However, the old man ran very fast. As soon as the fire got up, the person came out and could still shout a few words with great energy.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with someone, Pan Ting was about to leave when he saw the old man taking the lead and kneeling down, shouting: "Please calm down."

Others didn't know what was going on, so they saw the old man doing this and hurriedly followed.

Soon, the entire Divine Palace heard a shocking sound of confession.

Zaozi looked at Pan Ting: "It's you."

"Shut up."

After seeing the "God and God are angry" with their own eyes, the old man finally realized the distance between God and mortals, and became honest and honest.

Pan Ting came back after a while, and the old man immediately knelt three times and kowtowed nine times.

"Have you thought about it now?"

The old man said, "As long as God and God command everything."

"First, release those innocent people and return the things that have occupied them to them. Secondly, establish a legal system, especially the issue of personal safety and personal property protection. Also, establish a school, and I will teach you martial arts to strengthen your body. When you are older, you can run faster than you are now when you encounter a fire."

The old man said with emotion: "Thank you for your generosity and kindness. It would be even better if... could prevent me from encountering fire again."

Pan Ting sneered: "Well, it depends on your performance."

The old man agreed timidly.

I don’t know if the old man was too pious to Pan Ting’s belief, or if he was really scared by the fire, in short, he did honestly practice what Pan Ting said. At the beginning, the Jingxin Mansion and the Honor Mansion had quite a complaint. Pan Ting appeared and played a few magic tricks, and they immediately became obedient.

The more fierce a person is on the surface, the more timid he is in his heart. This sentence is more appropriate here.
Chapter completed!