The closer you get to the Glory Clan's headquarters, the more you can feel a huge heat spreading everywhere, and the fire light in front of you is vaguely visible. When Pan Ting arrived at the scene, the sound of burning, wind, and shouting around kneaded into a ball, covering the sky and surging.

The wooden house is burning.

The "townhouse" designed by Pan Ting previously caused the effect of burning a series of ships.

The flames were like a mountain. From the bottom to the top, you could not see the peaks of Wuming No. 2.

The Glorious Clan stood in front of the fire house, with scars, and simple but sincere faces, illuminated by the fire, were filled with heartache and sadness.

This is their home, the paradise they built with their own hands diligently. But now, this paradise is slowly burning to ashes in the fire. They want to save it, but they can do nothing.

"God!"

The nephew found Pan Ting and rushed over frantically. The huge impact force pounced Pan Ting on the ground.

Pan Ting wanted to pat him away angrily, but the wet feeling from his neck made him stop his hand in mid-air. It took him a long time to slowly fall on his back and gently soothe: "It's okay, it's okay."

The nephew looked up and his round eyes were glittering at him.

"Uh." Pan Ting had a bad premonition.

The nephew suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked it from his chin to his nose.

“…”

Pan Ting overturned him and stood up.

The Glorious Clan surrounded him, and his face disappeared. They opened their eyes wide and looked at him expectantly. His eyes were full of trust, as if he was there, and it was not scary even if the sky fell.

Pan Ting Alexander.

He forced a smile and said, "It's okay. The wooden house you built is not very strong, and it cannot block the wind or rain. If it burns, it will burn. I will teach you to build a house of better quality."

The answer to him was tranquility.

With one hand, Pan Ting turned his head and met his nephew's innocent eyes.

"It's not...it's up." The nephew uttered these three words with difficulty and smiled.

"It doesn't matter!"

"It doesn't matter……"

The Glorious Clans did not understand his words, but just followed suit.

A sneer suddenly sounded in the laughter and was soon submerged again. Although the people of the Guangrong clan did not notice it, Pan Ting's ears immediately pushed away the crowd. He saw a man with brown skin surrounded by the center. Seeing Pan Ting over, he was so scared that he wanted to shrink back.

When the Glorious Clan saw him, he showed a troubled look and gestured there one by one.

The people from the Gaowu clan looked around nervously, and their eyes were scanned, as if they were looking for a way to escape.

The nephew walked to Pan Ting and said, "He, fire, house, fire."

No more information is needed.

Pan Ting said in a deep voice: "Is it you set the fire?"

The Gaowu clan suddenly rushed to the left, trying to break through. Pan Ting shouted, "Don't let him go!" The nephew next to him quickly grabbed him with one step, and the Gaowu clan struggled hard. The nephew was punched several times in his stomach, a little angry, and his arms firmly wrapped him in his arms.

The Guangrong Clan watched the two of them hugging each other and twisting around, and they all shouted with whispers.

Seeing that they didn't help, Pan Ting was anxious and angry, so he simply rushed forward and kicked the Gaowu clan's butt and back. The Gaowu clan waved his arms in a panic and slapped Pan Ting on the face. The crisp sound made the surroundings quiet for a whole second. As soon as the beam of the wooden house was burned off, the scorched wood fell to the ground, and sparks splashed everywhere.

They stood too close and were affected, and screamed and ran away.

The Gaowu clan took the opportunity to get rid of his nephew's clamping and ran into the woods in a few seconds and disappeared.

Pan Ting stopped the Glorious Clan who wanted to catch up with him, "It's not safe here, let's go quickly and treat your injuries."

The Guangrong clan always followed him. Seeing him leave, he was reluctant to leave the wooden house and followed him without saying a word.

Pan Ting didn't know where to go for a while, so he walked towards the river.

On the way, the sky suddenly roared, frightening the Glorious Clan, who was still in shock when the fire was met, and Pan Ting tried to persuade them to calm them down.

The nephew took his hand and stroked his face that had been slapped. The swollen place had disappeared, but he still said with heartache: "God, don't leave."

Pan Ting said: "I will help you build a better house."

"Don't leave."

Pan Ting said: "You must be careful of those from the Gaowu clan. They are not good things."

"Don't leave."

Pan Ting said: "You should also be careful of fires. Live by the river in the future, so it is easier to get water."

"Don't leave."

Pan Ting slapped him on the back of the head: "Is there any other remarks?"

The nephew grinned.

Pan Ting looked at him and thought with emotion: It’s all because he is too charming and makes him miss it. Because of his infatuation with him, it’s not impossible to stay for his own sake.

A plump girl from the Glorious clan ran over and talked to him for a long time. Her nephew licked her face and the two walked hand in hand.

Pan Ting: "..."

After a few thunders in the sky, it started to rain. The first time the Guangrong clan saw the rain, he was curious and frightened. At first, he ran around and wanted to dodge, but he could not dodge, and Pan Ting was very calm and then continued to rush forward with peace of mind.

The rain stopped after a while. Pan Ting looked at the way he came and saw that there was no longer smoke coming out at the original station, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little worried that the fire would spread, endanger the entire plain, and even spread to the Magic Free Zone... Fortunately, Saer developed the rainwater system in time.

However, Saer should be part of the responsibility for the Gaowu clan's burning of wooden houses.

Thinking of this, his face turned gloomy.

The rest was made in the middle, and those who were not injured or slightly injured went out to collect the severe injuries, and those who were seriously injured were left to be treated by Pan Ting.

Pan Ting's treatment technique was fully developed through continuous practice. At first, one hand was one person, then two hands were two people, and then he could use it after taking off his shoes, socks and feet. The injuries were only temporarily suspended. The unintentional repeated treatment made him realize that his treatment technique was not helping with serious injuries, but required a period of time to do several courses of treatment. This discovery surprised him. If the injury could be controlled, recovery from serious injuries was not a problem!

When the sun was about to set, my nephew came back with the girl with the fruit. The two of them held their own fruits and looked at him with their eyes open and expectantly.

Pan Ting touched his nephew's head.

The girl glanced at her nephew enviously and handed her head silently.

Friends’ wives should not be bullied, isn’t this good?

Pan Ting looked at his nephew.

My nephew was very entangled, as if he didn't want him to touch her, and he was afraid that he wouldn't touch her.

Pan Ting smiled and reached out to pat the girl's head.

The girl screamed excitedly and ran away with jumps.

Pan Ting picked up a fruit from his nephew, took a bite, and threw it back to him.

My nephew grabbed the fruit and repeatedly confirmed that Pan Ting had stopped eating it, so he started to eat it in big mouthfuls.

There is only fruit for dinner.

Pan Ting first thought they were too tired and too lazy to hunt. It was only after three meals the next day that they found something was wrong. He deliberately asked his nephew to make a fire. The nephew refused, and was forced to make a hurry by Pan Ting, so he ran away two steps, but he was reluctant to run too far. In the end, Pan Ting caught him and started a fire honestly.

But honest people also have a dishonest side.

The nephew slowly drilled wood, looking weak, and saw that Pan Ting had several crosses on his forehead. In the end, when he threatened to leave, his nephew started a fire unwillingly. But when the fire broke out, he jumped far away.

"What are you afraid of? Come here." Pan Ting waved to him.

The nephew shook his head.

Pan Ting stared at him.

侄子直接跑了.

Pan Ting: "..." It seems that it will take a long process to make them re-accept the fire.

After resting for a whole day, Pan Ting thought about calling Zaozi to study whether to solve the housing problem first or the neighbor problem.

The Gaowu clan only sent one person to destroy the Guangrong clan family, and he really had to be careful. However, if he really wanted to destroy the Gaowu clan, he couldn't bear it. After all, their selfish attributes were given by himself. If you want to build a house first, you are afraid of repeating the same mistakes. Pan Ting was in a dilemma.

He tried to call Zaozi, but after two or three times, there was no movement. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He cleared his throat and prepared to call it again at the level of the announcer. He saw a pair of slender legs in front of him.

Sa'er stayed five meters away and looked at him steadily.

Pan Ting suddenly stood up: "What's wrong with you?"

"it?"

"Zaizi! Don't pretend to be stupid. If you make trouble, will it not appear?"

Saer did not admit it or deny it: "I want to talk to you alone."

"It just so happens that I want to talk to you too." Pan Ting grabbed a handful of grass, smashed it hard on the ground, and walked towards the riverside.

Sa'er followed him step by step.

Pan Ting lowered his head and turned the reflection of the river, then slowly spoke: "You deliberately demonstrated the flames to the Gaowu clan that day, right? Are you very happy to see the Gaowu clan burning the wooden house of the Guangrong clan?"

Sa'er was stunned, "What does it mean?"

Pan Ting said: "What can promote human hard work better than hatred? I helped the Guangrong clan build wooden houses. You imply that the Gaowu clan uses flames to destroy, the two clans form hatred, and trigger war. Your great theory of 'people will not change things that are too perfect, and only when they find shortcomings will improve' will also be reflected! The two sides are constantly fighting and constantly discovering their own shortcomings. In order to win the war, they will definitely accelerate the development of productivity, and then the development of the world will accelerate." He originally had a little anger, but later he was convinced by himself, as if Sa'er was planning to do so.
To be continued...