That night, Sa'er did not come back.

Pan Ting tossed and turned on the bed for half a night, and couldn't help but run to knock on Ilian's door. Ilian was sleeping in a daze and didn't see who the person was, so he was pulled under the shade of the tree and talked at night.

Although he was suspected of damaging the seedlings when he was pouring out his worries, Pan Ting really couldn't find a more suitable candidate. Besides, Ilian was his apprentice, and the disciples obeyed their efforts when they had something to do. The master had troubles, and the apprentice should share the burden. He thought about it this way and felt at ease, "Do you miss home?"

"Where is my mother's place is home."

"I mean the house in the snow."

"...think." How could he not think about it? At that time, he and his mother were the only ones who snuggled up to each other to keep warm when they were cold, and gave in to each other when they were hungry. Although life was poor, he lived a very satisfied and happy life. Now he had no worries about food or drinking, but he knew that his mother was not happy at all.

Pan Ting sighed, "I want to do it too."

Ilian said: "Where is the God's home?"

"In a place called Earth, it is a very mature planet..." He looked at Ilian's confused eyes, knowing that he couldn't understand what he said. But at this time, it was good to have someone listening to his confidant, even if he didn't understand it.

"Humans create cars like 'long-track snakes' and will run on tracks... on flat ladders, and humans can sit inside and go to very far places."

"Humans create a 'round-headed bird' with stiff wings, and humans can ride it and look down on the world from the air."

“Humans also make computers and mobile phones. Through them, people can communicate without having to face to face.”

"There are also lamps, locking electricity in... transparent vessels, which can be used for lighting."

“Tall buildings…”

"museum……"

"car……"

The world described by Pan Ting was unheard of, but Ilian was deeply attracted. A magical door slowly opened in front of him, making him dizzy and fascinated.

When Pan Ting was tired of speaking and wanted to stop, Ilian was reluctant and pulled his arm and kept asking.

"What do cars run on?"

"engine."

"Where is the train?"

"engine……"

"Where is the plane?"

"……engine."

"Why are they all engines?"

"Because they need to be activated before they can be activated, so they need to be activated. Well, well, we actually just created something called an engine, and then installed it on different things to make it move." I scattered! Why did he learn accounting back then, not aircraft power engineering!

Ilian exclaimed: "Then it is installed on me, can I fly too?"

"Yes, yes. The birds in our place fly like this." Since we started talking nonsense, Pan Ting simply talked nonsense to the end.

Ilian said excitedly: "When can I go and see it?"

"Yes, I want to go back and have a look, too." Pan Ting said, "but I haven't completed the task, so I can't go back."

Ilian said: "What task is to be completed? I will help you."

Pan Ting touched his head: "If you practice well, it will be the best help to me."

Ilian said: "I think I'm about to break through again..."

"Is that so? You're awesome!"

"Hehe! Because my teacher is a god!"

The two people who leaned close together and praised each other did not notice that there was a tall body hidden in the corner behind them.

The black shadow looked at the pair of figures that leaned against each other in silence, and his eyes were filled with unconcealed jealousy and envy.

As long as you want, I can provide my arms for you to rely on and my ears for you to talk to you at any time, but why, you never want to look back?

Pan Ting, who was chatting, suddenly shook his head and suddenly turned around. The gecko vine climbing up against the corner of the wall was shaking the leaves frivolously in the wind.

"God?" Ilian looked at Pan Ting's vigilant look in confusion.

Pan Ting looked at it again and again, and then he was sure that there was no one, and then he smiled and said, "It's nothing. Maybe... it's too much wind."

Ilian said: "Then go to my bed and say it!"

The discomfort of being stared at the back of the head appeared again.

Pan Ting stood up, glanced around, patted Ilian's shoulder and said, "It's getting late, you go back to bed first. If you want to hear it, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay." Ilian stood up reluctantly, "Tell me how to make the engine tomorrow? I want to fly."

"When you practice Shangde, you can fly with objects, and sincerely you can fly with the wind. There is no need for an engine at all."

Ilian couldn't sit still, jumped up and ran, "I want to break through as soon as possible!"

Pan Ting waited for his figure to disappear completely before saying to Void: "Come out, I know you are here."

Night, silent.

Only the leaves sway.

"I have something to say to you." Pan Ting paused, "about this afternoon."

The leaves continued to rustle.

But the expected person never appeared.

Is it really that he is too concerned?

Pan Ting stood under the tree for a while before slowly walking back to the room.

After he left, the moon emerged from behind the thick clouds. The bright light gently passed through several leaves and fell to the corner of the dark wall, depicting the handsome outline and the cold breath of the man.

Pan Ting did not sleep all night, and Sa Er did not return all night.

King Orlo sent someone to invite him to the farewell party early in the morning.

While tidying up his clothes, Pan Ting was exploring Sa'er's intentions. With the brute force that Sa'er used when he pulled him yesterday, he didn't believe that Sa'er would let him go so easily. He must be hiding somewhere, intending to watch him make a fool of himself and then a hero will save the beauty... Ah, it's a timely help.

He must not give a good look at this style of slapping a sweet date.

He made up his mind secretly that if there was any disturbance in King Orlo, he would hide in the space and wait until the limelight passes before he talks, and would never give someone a chance to show off.

He made up his mind and was relaxed, but he was looking forward to what would happen next.

The farewell party was held very grand.

A platform was specially set up at the door of the palace, and there were crowds of people who saw the announcement coming to pay homage to the gods and warriors.

King Orlo sat behind the elite tribe he chose, wearing a red and green robe dyed with strange pigments, and a huge flower crown on his head. Fortunately, his face with a sarrow ear can hold such a strange color combination, and slightly changed to a less bright and ostentatious face, and turned into a flower snail in minutes.

King Orlo noticed Pan Ting's gaze and nodded politely to him.

Pan Ting nodded. It will take a moment to tear his face apart for a while. Now we still have to use his handsome and charming appearance and elegant and calm demeanor to prove that no matter how shameless the other party is, we must warm him with the care of the spring breeze.

Look, how polite he is.

China’s nine-year compulsory education is really great!

As the crowd grew and the sky became brighter, King Orlo finally walked down from his throne, slowly walked to Pan Ting, and stretched out his hand to him and said, "Please follow me on stage."

……Performance?

Pan Ting cleared his throat. Although it was his repertoire, as he grew older, his voice was no longer as brave as he used to be. Perhaps it should have been changed to?

His music teacher said that his "Yarrasso" was particularly good.

He was thinking that King Orlo had already brought him to the stage.

"The God of God is about to travel far away and leave the Kingdom of God!" As soon as King Orlo spoke, Pan Ting knelt down.

Why don’t you know that King Orlo has the qualification to become the second Pavarotti when speaking!

"Let us give him blessings!"

King Orlo said, bent down towards Pan Ting first.

Pan Ting doesn't like this, "I don't plan to leave."

King Orlo stood up and said expressionlessly: "I appreciate your concern for the Kingdom of God, but the affairs of the Kingdom of God should be decided by the Kingdom of God. I hope you do not interfere in the Warriors and my decision at will."

"What?" Pan Ting's heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, the earth began to tremble violently!
Chapter completed!