Every writer has a dream in his heart.

Some want to become a Monopoly in reality.

Some want to find ideal love in novels.

Some people also enjoy the pleasure of being able to do everything by calling for the wind and rain.

Pan Ting has these dreams.

Therefore, his writings have always been a big career for small people. Even if there are many beauties, his protagonist is still picky on the road of love. He is obviously a rough man, but he will reveal the melancholy temperament of a literary young man who is sad about spring and autumn.

Even when he was in a completely unfamiliar environment, his former dream was shattered by the cruelty of reality, and his fantasy passion no longer turned into a dream that had faded away the packaging of vanity, and something as innocent and pure as gold was deposited.

That is the desire for truth, goodness and beauty.

Now, the desire to be awakened again in Illian's expectant eyes, turned into another power.

It’s like the dragon’s good man Ye has been with the dragon for a long time, forgetting the dragon’s majestic and glamorous appearance, and beginning to understand the dragon’s habits and heart; it also seems that a wild plan takes away the unrealistic parts and slowly turns into a feasible report.

He clearly felt that they were different from the Glorious Tribe.

The Glorious Clan has the power to stand proudly in this world, and its own care will only break their wings. This is what the Glorious Clan, who has experienced natural disasters, sees through it one step ahead of him.

The Glorious Clan needs to grow independently.

Isn't he the same?

When Ilian told him the oppressed situation of other races in the Kingdom of God, he was in a forgivable heart, and his sense of justice roared in his heart. He seemed to suddenly find the meaning of the Creator.

Not because he can create a world and watch it develop freely.

Instead, he can use his own strength to make the world develop in a better direction.

There is no perfection in this world.

But it is more beautiful.

Pan Ting stood invisibly on the roof of the palace, staring deeply at the direction where the sun was setting.

...

Bastard, move his ladder back!

Ilian became the little prince of the Kingdom of God, with five or six people around him surrounding him. Although the word "slave" has not appeared in this world, the form already exists. Even under the influence of King Orlo's almost pathological theory of nobility in blood, the concept of identity hierarchy affects everyone in the Kingdom of God at an unprecedented speed.

Including Pan Ting.

Although Ilian described what he saw and heard when he was thrown into a river pond and his soul left his body, but hearing was false when he heard it, and seeing it was true when Pan Ting still conducted a field investigation, but the feedback he received was more serious than he had imagined before.

This is a country without laws and systems, and the only rule is the words of the king.

The king said that murder is not guilty, and murder is not guilty.

The people of the Kingdom of God had no idea and took it for granted. Only Pan Ting, who came from a country ruled by law, knew how terrible this was. Especially when they saw those people who were not the Ice and Snow tribes in panic all day long.

He asked them why they didn't choose to leave.

But their answers left Pan Ting speechless.

"If you leave here, you will not be able to see the king."

I don’t know whether it is King Orlo’s success or failure.

Ilian finally settled King Orlo, who was asking about his skills, and when he came back, he saw Pan Ting lying dejectedly on the table, frowning with his eyebrows and a worried face. He looked at his mother in confusion.

Ikalu shook her head gently, and took a piece of clothing and draped it over Pan Ting's body.

Pan Ting said: "To save them, you must change King Orlo." Otherwise, even if you hold them to escape with a knife, they will still die generously.

Ilian's eyes lit up and said, "Has God thought of a solution?"

Pan Ting said: "Yes, customize a huge hammer and hit his head 360 degrees in all directions until he wakes up."

Ikalu: "…"

Ilian asked seriously: “Is it useful?”

Pan Ting was disheartened, "I guess not."

Ilian said: "Or, we can try our best to convince him."

Ikalu sneered. She has always been gentle. What kind of person is the person who can make her express her inner thoughts with this attitude? No matter how you ask.

Ilian said: "I would have had another King Orlo."

Another King Orlo?

The light bulb hanging in Pan Ting's head immediately lit up, but it was soon bad contact and it flashed out. With Sa'er's meticulous attitude and selfless personality, it would be more practical to knock King Orlo out of the democratic version of it with a hammer.

"We can use our skills to threaten him!" Ikalu suddenly said.

Ilian frowned and said, "But I have promised him that I will tell him all the skills."

Ikaru smiled and said, "Of course you are the most honest and kindest child in the world. I don't want you to take the initiative to break your trust in him. However, the matter of teaching him skills has not been approved by God. If God blames you for this, you have to think about it again."

Ilian's eyes lit up and he looked at Pan Ting.

Pan Ting shrugged, "I have no problem." In fact, her proposal coincided with him. Although the reason is unknown, King Orlo did have a certain degree of awe of him, and he might be able to use this to guide him - just like the gods and Buddhas in mythological stories did.

Anyway, the Creator was doing this job.

King Orlo was sitting cross-legged in his magnificent bedroom, feeling the artistic conception of "the mind is blank and the body is warm", and he heard the servants beside him hurriedly coming to inform him that the gods were coming.

He opened his eyes, stood up calmly, sorted out his clothes, and said to himself: "It's finally here."

Pan Ting was still wearing the suit that attended the Tiangong List Award Ceremony held by Thunder Literature Network. It was ordinary on Earth, and when it came here, it was considered a strange outfit.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted most of the gazes. After reporting the door, those gazes became complicated, some were hot, some were worried, some were doubtful, and some were fearful.

This is not a way for celebrities to appear.

Pan Ting felt a little uncomfortable, but fortunately the nursery came soon - not the one in the Rocky family.

Ikalu and Ilian walked hand in hand, striding forward with a string of pendants following behind him. Although Ilian and King Orlo reached an agreement, their freedom was restricted and their movement was limited to the palace, and someone had to monitor each move. King Orlo did not avoid suspicion.

"Our relationship is not very strong. I think this is necessary."

This is what King Orlo said.

Ikalu saw through his character. Ilian was too young to care about it. Therefore, these almost provocative words destroyed the relationship between the two, or their relationship was too bad to be destroyed.

"God!"

Ilian rushed to him and unexpectedly bowed down.

He took a breath of cold air around him.

Pan Ting: "..." He always thought that taking a breath of cold air was just an exaggerated technique in the novel, used to set off the shock of others, but he did not expect it to appear in a realistic scene, and there was no sense of incongruity.

"God, thank you for giving me divine power!" Ilian grabbed his hand quietly, and then slowly, slowly printed his lips.

The earth suddenly shaking.

The entire palace and the entire Kingdom of Gods are like small boats thrown into the stormy waves, with nowhere to focus on, ups and downs.

With the sound of cracking, a crack appeared on the ground, widening little by little.

Pan Ting was surprised and hurriedly shook Ilian's hand!

This crack appeared between Pan Ting and Ilian. If their hands were still held together, there would always be someone who would fall into it!

"He is angry!"

Pan Ting: "..." This "he" must not refer to him.

"The god is angry!"

Pan Ting: "..." When the earthquake started, his face became so stiff that he couldn't move, okay? Where is this anger?

"As the legendary one... he looked like a crazy beast."

Pan Ting: "..." He was obviously calm and high-profile, so how could he look like a crazy beast!

Pan Ting, who was exposed to the anger of the comments, couldn't help frowning, and immediately took a step back all around him, with an expression that was indeed like this.

Pan Ting: "..."

Saar, don't think I didn't know it was you who did it!

Don't let me catch you.
Chapter completed!