Zaozi jumped onto the back of his head in a hurry and jumped around the back of his neck twice, "What's wrong with you?"

"Jump a few more times."

Zaozi jumped twice silently.

"Jump backwards...stop. Jump ten times in place."

"Three steps left, jump, jump, jump, stop!"

"right."

“…”

Zaozi jumped dizzyly and accidentally slid down from his shoulder. "What the hell are you jumping?"

"Nothing," Pan Ting, who had recovered a little bit of strength after the massage, sat up and said, "Try your flexibility."

"Why?"

"Didn't you say you can't beat Green Hair...the virus? I just want to see how flexible Green Hair is through you."

"...I can't beat him because he is more flexible than me."

Pan Ting said deeply: "It's probably because I'm thinking the wrong direction."

Zaozi said, "Then let's go back?"

Pan straightened his waist and found that his thighs and calves were not moving at all, without any sense: "I can't walk anymore." Even if Green was so angry that he took a fork to hold him, he didn't want to move any more.

Zaozi said: "No need to leave, you can go back to the space here."

Pan Ting's eyes flashed, and the man was already kneeling in the space of the Creator. Zaozi stood on the console directly in front of him, like an emperor inspecting his subjects.

...

Pan Ting pounced on it, pinched its neck, pressed it to the ground, and looked down at it.

Zaozi shaking his tentacles uncomfortably: "It's day now."

"…What do you think I'm going to do to you?"

"sleep?"

"Where can you let me sleep on your whole body?" The materials are not uniform and the body shapes do not match, so why are you together?

Zaozi looked at him motionlessly, and the color of the metal shell seemed to gradually emit a very light red light, and said softly in a sound as thin as a mosquito: "I mean, it's daytime now, and before it's time to go to bed, we can still do some work together."

...

Don't sleep, do some work together.

Pan Ting stared at him deeply.

Zaozi moved his tentacles uneasy, touched the back of his hand, and quickly bounced open: "For example, create humans."

...

Do some work that creates humans.

Pan Ting's eyes became deeper and deeper when he looked at him.

Zaozi turned his eyes back and forth, and saw that he had never responded, he said carefully: "Or, modify the basic settings of the controllable area?"

Pan Ting slowly let go of his hand, suddenly grinned, revealing two sharp tiger teeth: "I know why steamed buns are so hateful!" It's so interesting to be funny.

Zaozi was still confused, Pan Ting had already lifted it up and placed it on the console, "How is the world setting?"

Zaozi opens the world map.

The originally unremarkable yellow land has become a colorful picture! Ocean, Lake, Forest, Snow Field...

“What is red?”

"I don't know very well, it's a virus-controlled area."

“Where is the purple one?”

"I don't know, there is a setting explanation next to it, saying it's a magic free zone."

"Demon Immunity?" Pan Ting had a bad premonition in his heart, "The Demon Immunity Zone means that the name of this area is called Demon Immunity, or is it what I am thinking now, is it a magic immune zone?"

Zaozi asked in confusion: "Is there any difference?"

"Of course there is a difference!" Pan Ting was furious, "What I want to build is a world of cultivating immortals! I can see through the world's feelings, achieve the great way, sacrifice myself to survive the tribulation, and ascend to become an immortal! Whoever wants to start chanting scriptures as soon as a fight starts to whine like an old monk. Finally, I pulled out a small stick and pointed at the other party and poked it, but didn't dare to poke it on the other party's face. It's weak? What I want is not to spray a few small fireballs and small water balls like in a world war. What I want is the feeling of "a finger of a long arm, thousands of spiritual swords are instantly out of the sheath. The long banner shook, and tens of thousands of souls belonged to me's driving it'! Do you understand?"

Zaozi shook his head honestly.

Pan Ting was discouraged.

Zaozi tempted, "Let's change it back?"

"Can you change it?"

"You can defeat the virus."

"How to defeat him?"

"Wait until I get stronger."

"How did you become stronger?"

“Set a more perfect world.”

"How to set up a more complete world? Isn't there a part of it controlled by the other party?"

Zaozi said, "But there is still some in our hands."

Pan Ting: "..." Let him sort out his thoughts. So, the setting of this world is likely to become an enemy-occupied area and a liberated area. The enemy-occupied area is a magical world, and the liberated area is a world of cultivation? His mind instantly filled with countless scenes of decisive battles between the two major regions.

While flying swords, he rode a broom.

While sprinkling beans into soldiers, fireballs form strings.

That really makes the mountains and rivers change color and the sun and the moon lose its light.

However, in terms of setting, he must have won. Because each Taoist cultivator is a full-scale talent for long-range melee combat, a monster dual cultivator, adding an alchemy setting is equivalent to bringing one's own priest, raising a few spiritual pets, and even a summoner!

"Are you okay?" Zaozi looked at Pan Ting in confusion and grinned in a daze.

Pan Ting wiped the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, let's create humans quickly. Remember, they are all single-type spiritual roots, well-developed minds, slender limbs, handsome appearance, and personality... Don't have to be too kind, cough, you have to leave some flaws."

"It depends on you." Zaozi handed him a pen.

Pan Ting froze with a smile: "It's not what I thought, is it?"

"What do you think?"

"Do you want me to draw it?"

"If you want to draw the template, other systems will automatically copy, derive and improve it."

"...I'll try it first." Pan Ting tried it on the computer Zaozi gave him.

Zaozi checked the area controlled by the virus. Within ten days, the virus continued to spread and controlled nearly one-third of the map. However, since he sensed Pan Ting and took him back, the virus's attack stopped. The tranquility that was supposed to be unsuccessful made it a little uneasy.

"Uh, how much can the system be perfect?" Pan Ting held the computer and turned his head mysteriously.

Zaozi said: "Don't worry, the system can do everything!"

Pan Ting happily transferred the computer screen to him: "Can you turn this face into Yan Suang?"

"Yan Suang?" Pan Ting searched Yan Suang's information in Baidu information, and then compared the pictures he drew with the searched photos, "Uh..."

Pan Ting looked at him expectantly.

Zaozi implicitly said: "The perfection means to correct and improve it on the basis of the original to make it more perfect."

Pan Ting said: "... Before I met you, I was a great master of novels. I have basic Chinese knowledge."

Zaozi said: "Therefore, the premise of perfection is to have a foundation."

Pan Ting pointed to the screen: "Look here, there are faces, eyes, nose and mouth."

Zaozi couldn't bear to look at him directly, so he silently turned his head away and suggested, "How about you try copying the photos?"

Pan Ting said: "I don't guarantee that the effect is better than now."

Zaozi said: "A dead horse is a living horse."

"...I said that I have good language knowledge, don't use proverbs randomly, otherwise I'll be careful of being a dead horse."

This time, Zaozi did not let go of freedom. Pan Ting supervised the whole process during the painting. Therefore, it watched how unruly the pen in Pan Ting's hand was, which was completely contrary to the owner's intention.

Before he could finish painting, Zaozi had already stopped: "Do we want to think of other ways?"

"Although I really hate face-likeness, for the sake of the beauty of the world and the ecological environment, I allow the computer to scan my face." Pan Ting was righteous.

Zaozi said: "Unless you are disfigured after scanning, you will be considered plagiarized."

"...I'd better create the divine beast first. Phoenix, Qilin, Pixiu... Is there anything you can draw?" Pan Ting bit the pen with hatred.

Zaozi said: "It doesn't matter, we have a lot of time, you can learn slowly. For example, start with how to draw the arc of your face?"

Pan Ting said: "When you look for someone, why don't you look for a cartoonist? This way, it will be much more convenient for everyone."
To be continued...