"I didn't think so." Sa'er could not.

Pan Ting was a little excited: "That's what you did."

Sa'er can't say: "The fire was beyond my expectations, but I don't think it was bad news."

"In your eyes, killing people and setting fire is not bad news, it's quite festive, right? When it was on fire, you didn't light a cigarette next to you and sang a few words, 'I want to become an immortal, and you have endless happiness'." Pan Ting burned off the last sensible string and spoke without saying anything.

A hint of impatientness flashed between Sa'er's eyebrows, "As the Creator, you should treat everything equally."

Pan Ting sneered: "All good and bad people are treated equally, then there will be no good people in this world. There is a saying in our world that good and evil will be rewarded in the end. We believe that God has eyes, will not treat good people wrongly, nor will he indulge bad people." He saw that Sa'er was about to speak, and then he was ahead, "We still have laws. If you do something wrong, you will be punished. Not only will you be sentenced to jail, but if the circumstances are serious, you will also be sentenced to death!"

Sa'er can: "You can, too."

"Of course I can, I'm so good..." He paused and asked in confusion, "How can I do it?"

Sa’er canal: “You are the Creator, you can set the way of heaven.”

Pan Ting looked at him suspiciously: "Are you serious?"

Sa’er Canal: “The system can develop a system of destiny, and you can call it the way of heaven.”

Pan Ting said: "When will it be opened?"

"Level 20."

"..." Pan Ting's eyes was a future covered by fog, and there was no hope at all. He knew that he and Sa'er could not discuss anything, and in the final analysis, Sa'er did nothing wrong. He just blew up his tone and didn't vent his feelings in his chest. Now that he finished speaking, he felt relieved. It was not easy to make trouble anymore: "My is finished. What do you want to talk to me?"

Sa’er Canal: “The natural system has been fully developed, and in the future, there will be spring, summer, autumn, winter, wind, rain, thunder and lightning in this world.”

"Does we control or the system control?"

"The system is responsible for normal circumstances."

"But we can control it too?" Pan Ting turned his head awkwardly and whispered, "Did you put the rain just now?"

Sa'er didn't say anything.

Pan Ting was a little embarrassed. Obviously, when he was migrating with the Glory Clan at no cost, Sa'er was trying to solve the fire in the woods, and he had just started to piss off at the hero behind the scenes. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't help but whine: "I don't know if I do this kind of thing."

Sa'er frowned slightly, his face vaguely annoyed, and he suppressed it again: "After the development of the natural system, the next creation value will be required to obtain the development of the major ethnic groups."

Pan Ting said proudly: "This Glorious Clan is at the forefront of the times."

Saar Canal: "The system will only include two situations in the calculation. One is that they rely entirely on their own discoveries and inventions, with the highest score. The other is that they rely on the Creator to lead the discovery, with the score being one tenth of the former."

"No matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat. The Glorious Clan should have accumulated a lot, right?" Pan Ting saw Sa Er's eyes look at him deeply, and his eyes turned, grasping the key, "Do they have learned how to read computers by themselves?"

Sa'er shook his head.

Pan Ting said: "You should explain to me earlier."

"I said it."

"But you didn't explain the reason."

"I can't tell the reason for everything clearly, you have to believe me."

Pan Ting: "..." He said why Sa'er clearly didn't say anything when he saw that he was slandering himself. It turned out that he was waiting here. Looking at Sa'er's expression, every pore was saying, "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer a loss in front of you!"

...

His pores are too small and cannot be seen at all.

Seeing Pan Ting's head getting closer and closer, Sa Er uneasyly turned off: "What are you looking at?"

“…I’m looking at whether you’re lying.”

Sa'er Canal: "No."

"Who knows." Pan Ting murmured in a low voice, and saw Sa'er glaring at him unhappily, and immediately said, "Don't forget who started by separating two people and approaching us. You are not afraid of schizophrenia. Actually, I'm very curious, which one is more like the real you, green hair or red hair?" Sa'er has changed so much, sometimes cold and sometimes evil, sometimes dull and sometimes gentle, and he can't even make a difference what his next style will be.

Sa'er Canal: "Whoever needs it is."

Pan Ting said: "Ah, the ever-changing Star Lord? In order to join us, I pretend to be stupid. If I want to force us to unite with Green Hair, I pretend to be a black face. What about the real you?"

"no need."

"What does it mean if there is no need to?"

"They are looking for you." Sar pointed behind him.

Pan Ting said: "Don't change the topic."

Sa'er turned around and disappeared.

"Do you think you can do it?" Pan Ting turned around and disappeared.

...

When my nephew saw Pan Ting talking to Sa'er by the river for a long time, he was a little savory, he ran over excitedly, but happened to see the two people disappear one after another. In the face of loss, he burst into a shocking roar:

"God!"

Pan Ting, who had not yet run away, suddenly felt his legs weak and he kneeled down.

...

It's indeed a nemesis.

At Pan Ting's suggestion, the Guangrong clan settled down by the river. Pan Ting taught them to make wooden basins and barrels. First, popularize hot baths. After winter, hot water is necessary, and guide their confidence and dependence on fire. Second, if there is a fire, there will be a fire-fighting measure.

Sure enough, after seeing who could put out the fire, the Glorious Clan's fear of fire was reduced a lot. But in the future, they also developed a habit that whenever there was a fire, this bucket of water would inevitably be placed next to it.

Pan Ting thought comfortably: It is not easy to develop fire protection awareness so quickly.

It was raining and falling into the water. Pan Ting made technical improvements to the wooden house. The Guangrong clan could understand it at a glance, and the rebuilt wooden house was very strong and durable.

Seeing that everything was on track, Pan Ting said to his nephew, returned to the space to retreat, preparing to learn techniques such as planting, animal husbandry, pottery burning, textiles, etc., and then teach it to his nephew.

My nephew was reluctant to leave, holding Pan Ting's waist tightly with both hands, as if he was walking wherever he was. In the end, Pan Ting got annoyed by him and assigned a series of impossible tasks.

"There is a kind of vehicle called a bike, and there are many types of cars, including bicycles, tricycles, cars, trains... The wheels are below, and the handles or steering wheels are above. I'll draw them for you and you can study them carefully."

"The fur on animals is well processed and can be worn as well as clothes, which is much warmer than grass."

"We like to eat ice, grind the ice and pour a layer of condensed milk on it, which is delicious."

"There is another particularly magical thing called computers, which has simply changed the lifestyle of our generation. It turns a group of wild monkeys into domestic pigs."

"I will come back whenever you create these things."

"come on!"

After Pan Ting finished speaking, no matter how much his nephew understood, he used the invisibility technique to escape.

After leaving the Glorious Clan, he was a little worried about the destructive power of the Gaowu clan, so he went invisibly to investigate. The Gaowu clan did not unite like the Glorious Clan and developed into a cohesive group. Instead, he chose Wuming No. 2 Mountain as the territory and passed through their own places.

Most people choose caves. There are seven or eight Gaowu tribes living in the caves where the Guangrong clan was born, but each divided the areas and no one violated each other. Due to their natural restrictions, they eat one to two meals a day, and each time they go out, they will bring food for three or four days, and they will not move if they can.

However, there were also things that surprised and surprised Pan Ting. They invented the trap.

I don’t know if it was influenced by the Glorious Clan, they liked to eat meat, but did not like hunting, so they spontaneously invented the trap. At first, they dug a hole, and fired in the hole, hoping that the animals would fall directly, and even saved the steps of barbecuing it. Later, they found that there were too few animals in silly, so they laid some straw on the trap to cover it. Later, they found that the fire would emit light and sound, which made the animals feel alert. After repeated experiments and eliminations, they finally thought of digging the pit deeper and inserting sharp branches underneath - this was the inspiration obtained from drilling wood to make fire.

In short, the Gaowu clan is lazy, and in order to make it easy to be lazy in the future, he still put in considerable brainpower and achieved gratifying results.

Seeing the satisfied expression of Gaowu clan dragging food out of the trap, Pan Ting couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth.

No matter what, if the food of the Gaowu clan is settled, he should not harass the Guangrong clan again in the short term. This is a good thing for the entire plain.

When Pan Ting was in seclusion, he found Zaozi was also studying behind closed doors. He remembered the last time he called Zaozi and Zaozi to no reply, and poked his head and asked, "What are you busy with recently?"

Zaozi held the computer and went to the other side, "I want to study."

Pan Ting rushed over, lay on the platform, holding his face in both hands, and looked at him resentfully: "I think our relationship has become distant recently, and you are closer to Sa'er."

Zaozi said, "You are too careless."

Pan Ting said: "Your tone is very similar to Sa'er now. You won't tell me that you have had a physical examination recently and then found out that they are father and son who have been separated for many years, right?"

Zaozi said, "You and the Glorious Clan are more like father and son?"

"Jealous?"

"No." said Caizi, "I just want to be the man behind a more competent Creator."

After hearing what he said, Pan Ting couldn't joke anymore, touched its head: "If you have any thoughts, I'm here."

Zaozi moved his tentacles, pretending to look at the computer, turned around silently, and pointed his butt at Pan Ting.
Chapter completed!