Not only before hunting, he would be mentioned, but when they make fire, build houses, or get hurt, they would call out a few words of "God and God", as if they were really God, and could avoid all disasters from them.

Later, they figured out the correct way to match men and women and began to reproduce offspring. As the patriarch, the nephew must take the lead and have no choice but to pay responsibilities. On the day of the bridal chamber, Pan Ting, as his "relative", silently blessed him in the dark.

My nephew acted very shy and took an hour to be alone before entering the house.

Pan Ting swears that he definitely didn't gossip to see what he was doing because of gossip, but...hem, worried about his safety when he was alone.

My nephew sat by the big tree beside the house and took out a big stone knife from his arms. Pan Ting recognized it as the shape he had mentioned, but he didn't expect that he actually made it.

He carefully scraped a piece of wood with a stone knife. The piece was uneven and obviously destroyed for a long time. The very thin section in the middle seemed to break with a little force.

With a "kick", the wooden block was broken into two pieces.

The nephew looked at the wooden block in disappointment and shouted sadly: "God."

...

So this piece of wood is his replacement?

Is this going to cut him into pieces?

When Pan Ting thought about this, he was in a bad state. He didn't even notice the three-minute deadline of the invisibility technique. He didn't wake up until his nephew shouted at him and rushed over.

"God, God..." The nephew rubbed against him.

Pan Ting was about to push it away when he felt a pain in his neck and was bitten. When he looked up, he saw his nephew staring at him tightly, and his hands were trying to pull his pants. He suddenly felt a sudden thrill and struggled: "What are you doing?!"

The nephew didn't understand his resistance, touched his face and comforted him with one hand, and continued to take off his pants with the other: "Okay, very good... I like it. It's also a god."

"Damn it!" Pan Ting suddenly pushed him away and looked at the bulging piece under his grass skirt in shock.

The nephew sat on the ground in panic, not understanding what he did wrong.

...

This guy is definitely his nemesis!

Pan Ting pointed at his nephew's nose angrily: "Let's find a woman for this matter!"

My nephew's mouth was frustrated.

Pan Ting said: "God is for worship!"

His roar was too loud, attracting people nearby. The Glorious Clan was surprised and happy when he saw him, and then he hummed and roared at his nephew and tried hard to express it.

Pan Ting felt that he was too failed. After teaching Chinese for so long, he still couldn't stop others from humming and yelling.

My nephew's eyes suddenly lit up, he took two steps back, and shouted hard at Pan Ting: "God!" Then, he lifted up his grass skirt...

Pan Ting: "..."

The kind and glorious clan, the enthusiastic glorious clan, the helpful glorious clan... are collectively excited!

They unreservedly released their enthusiasm and rushed over happily with their nephews.

Pan Ting's eyes widened... Seeing that his nephew was about to pounce on him, he finally couldn't bear it and shouted—

"make……"

A fresh and familiar smell plunged into his nose, pressing Pan Ting's word "Zi" into his throat. His face was buried in a warm embrace, and the wind blew in his ears, and the noise of the Guangrong clan gradually faded away. He could vaguely hear hissing "Shen Shen".

I don't know how long it took, the wind stopped, pinched his arms and relaxed. He stood up straight, but what caught his eyes was a vast white snow, which made Venus appear on his eyes.

Pan Ting rubbed his eyes.

Against the backdrop of white snow and light, the red-haired and blue-eyed sar ears are simply bright and incomparable.

Thinking of his nephew's "love" for him, when he looked at Sa'er's obvious displeasure, he couldn't help but think in a narcissistic way: He was so angry, wouldn't he be too... Alas, being a handsome guy is so troubled. However, if it were Sa'er... his adaptability should be higher. After all, he was not created by himself and would not have the illusion of father and son. Well, to be honest, the most important thing is... Face. Although the Glorious Clan is based on him, based on the upper limit of his painting skills, his appearance has not been passed down. It can only be said that... it can be seen in the past. Compared with Sa'er, the difference is obvious at all. No, there is no comparison at all!

"Pan Ting."

"Huh?" Pan Ting finally realized after agreeing. Sa'er was calling his name. It was different from the feeling of his nephew calling him God and Zaozi calling him Yin Ye. Sa'er is a nice baritone. When calling his name, it seemed to have a bit of shyness and timidity, and he wanted to speak.

"Hurry up."

The computer was stuffed into Pan Ting's arms.

Pan Ting didn't come back to his senses for a moment: "Hurry up? What are you doing?"

Sa'er raised his right eyebrows slightly. This shows that he was dissatisfied. "I said, create new humans and new races."

Pan Ting said: "I have proposed many plans, but you have rejected them."

Sa'er canal: "Think about it again."

...

Pan Ting gritted his teeth. This man who is useless except for his face! He just thought he was better than his nephew, and this guy was only static. If it was dynamic... uh, he was probably a little better than his nephew's cheating guy. No, he should be compared with Master Mantou!

I'm a carp!

In a few years, Master Mantou will not become his male god, right?

Pan Ting suddenly froze.

Sa'er glanced at him, "Don't scold me in my heart."

"Ha!" He was actually afraid that he would scold him... He still cared about his opinion.

“It’s all nonsense, a waste of time.”

Pan Ting poked his arm angrily: "Let me think about it all day long, why don't you think about it?"

Sa'er looked down at his arm, then looked at his hand, and stepped back: "I've thought about it."

"Where?" Pan Ting asked angrily.

Sa'er raised his chin and compared it behind him.

Pan Ting looked in the direction he pointed. It was still covered with white snow, with several snow piles, each of which was about the same size, scattered in scattered areas, as if just one head would become a snowman.

Pan Ting said: "Are Snow White and the Dwarf? If it were Snow White, there would be only snow. If it were Dwarfs, they would have had a new level of length units."

Saar lost a fireball.

A snow pile suddenly moved to the side.

Pan Ting was surprised: "What you made..."

Perhaps he felt that he had been found, and the moving snow pile slowly stood up. The huge jacket like ferret fur covered his body, and his pure white hair fell vertically along his pale cheeks as pale as paper to his waist. His eyes were as bright as stars, as black as ink, his lips were bloodless, and faintly purple, but his appearance was beautiful and impeccable. He was the only person Pan Ting had ever seen who could compete with Sa'er.

The other party looked at Sa'er and Pan Ting for a while, and saw that they had no intention of continuing to attack, they slowly squatted down and turned into a snow pile.

"Snowman?" he asked.

Sa'er Canal: "Ice and Snow Clan."

Pan Ting said proudly: "It is still a great deal of glorious clan."

Sa'er canal: "The last one is left to you."

"Wait, let me dig deeper and appreciate the connotation of the Ice and Snow Clan... I got it! Ice and clean, promising, snow and snow, it looks noble, elegant and unique! Good name, good."

Sa'er canal: "Then you learn and create another one."

Pan Ting: "..." It's okay for ghost animals, but they even have a black-hearted bonus!

Saar handed him the computer: "You stay here before the last race appears."

Pan Ting raised his head: "Why?"

“To avoid distraction.”

"When did I get distracted?" When he thought of his trip to the Glorious Clan, his arrogance suddenly became weaker. "Creation requires inspiration, and I just went out to collect inspiration."

"The Glorious Clan has brought you too much influence."

Pan Ting said: "No, it's clear that I brought the influence of the Glorious Clan." The Glorious Clan was simply brought out by him with shit and urine.

Sa'er canal: "The next race must be completely free from their shadows."

Pan Ting's eyes turned: "Every creator has his own style. It is very difficult to completely get rid of the style. It must go through many practices. In order to shorten the process of transformation, we might as well join forces to create a new, perfect, and new race that stands out for the heroes!"

Sa'er looked down at his hand that he had held in his hand before he knew it, and slowly pulled it out, "Okay."

"Huh?" Pan Ting, who was ready to fight for three hundred rounds, was stunned.

Sa'er canal: "I'll draw."

...

Oh my little red guy! Painting occupies the most insignificant part of the entire setting?!

"make a deal."

Pan Ting sighed, who told him that he was the most insignificant part of it?
Chapter completed!