Pan Ting and Tian Yilang "living together" for three days before returning home.

Sal was waiting for him with freshly baked bread. Since it was baked by aliens, the taste of the bread was also full of alien style. Pan Ting took a bite and looked like a dish. He was about to put it down when he saw Sal looking at him expectantly, and put his hands halfway back to his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Sa'er Xingxing asked with his eyes.

Pan Ting choked, "Can you show a normal expression?"

Sa'er wiped his mouth, "I thought you like this. Like your nephew, and Tianyilang."

Pan Ting looked up at him.

Sa'er was nervous when he saw him: "What did I say wrong?"

Pan Ting nodded and said, "You are right. I found that I do like Tianyilang."

Saar froze.

"Will you become him?" Pan Ting asked.

Saar replied without hesitation: "If you wish."

Pan Ting shook his head and said, "Hope is useless, Sa'er will always be Sa'er."

Sa'er's eyes dimmed.

"I haven't seen Ilian for a long time, I don't know how he is." Pan Ting took advantage of Sa'er's dazed and quietly used wind control techniques to sweep the remaining bread into the trash can.

With the intentional or unintentional interference of Pan Ting, the taste of the clothes and architecture of the Kingdom of God became closer and closer to the Tang Dynasty in China.

Sa'er looked at his soft breasts halfway through the street, his face getting ugly, especially when he found Pan Ting's eyes circling here irregularly.

"Let's have something to eat." Sa'er embraced Pan Ting's shoulder and entered the teahouse on the roadside before he protested.

Pan Ting sat down and swept his eyes from the menu to the boss's daughter.

Sa'er suddenly moved his lower body, blocking Pan Ting's view.

Pan Ting said: "Are you tired?"

Sa'er said with a smile: "You are caring for me?"

Pan Ting, who was halfway through his face, couldn't continue, so don't start.

After Yilian took power, the status of the Glorious Clan and the Gaowu Clan in the Kingdom of God was greatly improved. Intermarriage among the three tribes became common, and people from the Gaowu Clan or the Glorious Clan could be seen everywhere walking hand in hand with the Ice and Snow Clan.

Pan Ting turned his head to look at Sa'er.

Although the Ice and Snow Clan was created by Sal according to his own appearance standards, in his opinion, except for King Orlo, there is no man in the entire Ice and Snow Clan who can match his appearance.

However, ten years of time have polished his stunning sense. Now, he is still handsome, but he is as familiar as if he is looking in the mirror. Of course, the anger that gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth gradually calmed down by the years. The seemingly earth-shaking battle but in fact physical and mental exhausted exhausted him exhausted his disgust towards Saer and cleared the favor hidden in his heart.

Saar's determination made him re-recognize this person, and he had to re-recognize this person.

Sa'er seemed to have really started again, letting go of paranoia and stubbornness. The two of them looked like strangers they had met for the first time, testing each other and running into each other.

Pan Ting himself didn't know where he had taken now, nor did he want to calculate it too clearly.

He just occasionally thought that if one of his parents had such a firm love, would those trivial quarrels no longer exist? They would have a different ending and would have a different childhood.

His focused gaze made Saer both flattered and uneasy, "What's on my face?"

Pan Ting said: "Is King Orlo yours? Like green hair?"

"No." Sa'er replied without hesitation.

Pan Ting said "Oh" and lay on the table.

Saar nervous, "I'm saying it's true, and I don't know why he looks so similar to me."

Looking at Sa'er explaining anxiously for a long time, Pan Ting said lazily: "I didn't say I didn't believe it. Well, don't you have anything to ask me?"

Sa'er's eyes lit up and said, "Is that OK?"

Pan Ting said: "Yes. I will consider whether to answer or not."

“…will you like me?”

No more asking about love.

Just ask if you like it.

No question is it.

Just ask if it will.

Pan Ting moved slightly, changed his head and lay down, and said lazily: "I have written so many characters. My favorite person is Ziyang Chengjun, who has a strong personality, decisive killing, and is absolutely ruthless to the betrayer."

Sa'er sighed very lightly.

"But as a writer, I won't kill any possibility." Pan Ting said later, his voice getting lighter and lighter.

But Saar heard it.

He raised his hand and stopped on Pan Ting's head. It took him a long time to put it down carefully, as if he was touching the fragile foam, and he did not dare to exert force at all. Until Pan Ting remained the same and did not move, he gently stroked his hair.

Pan Ting opened his eyes and looked at the portrait of Ilian on the swaying flag opposite the teahouse, his mouth slightly curled up and closed his eyes.

Everything in the Kingdom of God was well organized. Pan Ting originally wanted to visit Ilian at the palace, but Sal insisted on watching the sunset on the plains and gave up. Since receiving Pan Ting's answer, Salt had the first toughness in ten years.

Pan Ting looked at the sun that was getting redder and blinked: "Do you think this sun is a bit weird?"

Sa'er canal: "It's red sun dizzy."

Pan Ting shouted: "It was Zaozi's suggestion that when the sun turns red, it will spread a different magnetic field, causing the surging of sand below the ground, causing the red sun halo of collapse and dust storm?"

Sa'er Canal: "Yes."

Pan Ting looked at the sandstorm sweeping towards him and complained: "I thought such an unscientific setting system would not pass."

Sa’er Canal: “The foundation of our world is not science.”

"...You go back to the space first, I will inform Ilian." After inheriting most of Sal's abilities, Pan Ting naturally carried the other party's safety on his shoulders.

Saar obediently said, "Be careful yourself."

"The Creator is invincible!" Pan Ting set out with passion.

Sa'er returned to the space, and Zaozi was scratching his head and trying to replenish energy for Jade. Since the last time he fell asleep, Jadecid hasn't woken up for eight years. Seeing Sa'er alone, Zaozi asked uneasily: "What do you want to do this time?" The memory of being forced to lock in the Demon Free Zone and triggering the virus was so deep that as soon as Sa'er approached, he felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Sa'er can't say: "He encountered a red sun dizzy."

"Ahhh? Hongridi has appeared again? Where is Pan Ting?"

"Go to inform Ilian."

"You actually left him alone?" Zaozi said to himself: "But why does the red sun dizziness happen so frequently? I clearly set it up to once a year at most!"

“Indeed, a year has passed.”

"Time flies so fast." Zaoko looked at the empty screen and sighed with emotion.

Sa'er Canal: "It will come back."

"Of course! It only apologized for 499 times, but it hadn't raised enough for 500." It hesitated, "Did you really transfer all your abilities to Pan Ting?"

Sa'er smiled and left, and said in a voice he could only hear:

"In addition to ctrlx, there is another skill called ctrlc."

Pan Ting came to Tianyilang's residence in a daze.

Tianyilang said in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

Pan Ting said: "The Kingdom of God encountered a red sun dizzy."

"Another?" Tian Yilang was even more surprised. Since the red sun halo in this world, it has never left the radius of the divine heaven.

Pan Ting said: "I want to take a shower and go to bed!"

"I'll help you release water." Tian Yilang walked halfway and turned back, "Did you come directly from God's Kingdom?"

Pan Ting asked back: "Or where should I come from?"

Tianyilang said: "How many days are you going to stay this time?"

"How many days do you want me to stay?"

"It's good that you're willing to live for a long time."

Pan Ting raised his eyebrows: "Then stay for a long time."

Tianyilang showed a sweet smile.

At night.

Pan Ting tossed and turned.

Tian Yilang lay on the bed and looked at him with his head tilted: "Can't you sleep?"

"No." Pan Ting was inexplicably unhappy, "God doesn't need to sleep."

Tianyilang stretched out his hand and held Pan Ting's hand on the pillow: "Accompany me."

Pan Ting: "..."
To be continued...