Time passed by unknowingly. Pan Ting quickly entered the update mode of selflessness. Ten fingers were like Duan Yuling's feet when he was slashing in a slight step. They disappeared on the front, back, left and right buttons, and disappeared.

When the man behind the Creator said that he would stop, his thoughts remained at writing the countries controlled and protected by the ten major immortal sects.

The document on the computer screen will automatically close, and the words "Evaluation End" appear.

The man behind the Creator said, "Please wait and mark the papers in one minute."

Pan Ting turned his head to look at Master Mantou, who was pursuing the cigarette from his pocket.

"How is it?" he asked hypocritically.

Master Mantou looked at him, wanting to speak but stopping.

Pan Ting sighed: "I was too nervous just now and didn't perform as well as I should." It was not the level he should be, but it was extraordinary performance! The speed he wrote was always half as slow as writing, but this time it was about the same as writing, probably no less than □□ thousand. When facing the steamed bun master, he usually had a speed of only three to four thousand per hour, which was really hard to win! Hahahaha...

Master Mantou said, "The corners of your mouth are twitching."

Pan Ting calmly replied: "It's a bit cold."

"Your forehead is sweating."

"Occasionally, a little hot, you know there is a word called 'cold and hot'."

"Aren't you afraid of sweat freezing?"

“…”

"The result is out." The voice of the man behind the Creator rang quietly, "Congratulations to Master Yin for winning the Creator Award! Applause."

Pan Ting was stunned for a moment, and saw that Master Mantou looked ugly, he laughed and applauded vigorously.

Boom-

The sound of the giant door opening sounded in front of me, and a colorful neon light shot out, causing Pan Ting and Master Mantou to squint unconsciously.

The man behind the Creator said, "Welcome to the Creator's system world!"

Before Pan Ting could react to what was happening in front of him, he was hugged by Master Mantou. Master Mantou shouted: "The assessment is not fair, I ask the assessment results to be revoked."

Pan Ting was furious: "Get out! Why is the assessment unfair?"

Master Mantou whispered: "This place is not normal, be careful!"

It's indeed abnormal. Pan Ting's eyes rolled around, but said, "Where is abnormal?"

While guarding against the man behind the Creator, Master Mantou also wanted to answer Pan Ting. He was so angry that his mouth was almost soaked by internal and external troubles that he said anxiously and angrily: "It's obvious! How could there be such an unreliable assessment? Don't you think the scene in front of you is particularly similar to the scene in some cartoons? Gathering a group of people in a secret room to create a terrifying atmosphere, either letting them kill each other or killing them one by one. Only those who live to the end can know the truth."

Pan Ting felt a little worried: "Are you or me who knows the truth?"

"..." Master Mantou regretted not stopping Pan Ting's funny way before he walked to the black spot.

The man behind the Creator said, "Don't fight anymore, I only have one, and you have only one chance. Master Yin, come on, I am yours!"

...

Pan Ting hugged Master Mantou's neck tightly: "I don't want to die!"

Master Mantou was so hugged by him that his eyes turned pale: "I don't want to... don't force me! I can't breathe..."

"This is a good thing, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Turn the world you conceived into reality!" The man behind the Creator tempted, "Don't you want to see the plants you set really waving in the wind? Don't you want the beauty you wrote standing tall and graceful in front of you? Don't you want the food you imagine to become reality? As long as you step into this door, everything is no longer a dream."

It turns out that he came from a mental hospital!

Pan Ting had a cold war, let go of Master Mantou, and turned around and ran towards the direction of entering the door.

Master Mantou was slightly fat, but he reacted quickly. He turned around quickly and was about to run when he saw Pan Ting pausing, suddenly swung his hands and feet and quickly retreating backwards. In the blink of an eye, he entered the door emitting colorful light. The door closed instantly and disappeared.

The above process took no more than five seconds, and Master Mantou had only time to widen his eyes and his pupils contracted...

"Master Yin?"

He shouted in a hurry.

The light above my head suddenly went out, but it was lit up around me.

Noisy and noisy sounds slowly poured into the center from all directions.

Master Mantou found himself standing in the aisle in the center of the theater audience, with figures passing by on both sides, as if Pan Ting had just been his hallucination. In a trance, his editor came to him, hugged him hard, and then pulled him backstage.

"Didn't you let you come in and go directly to the backstage? Why do you stand here? It's a sign?"

Master Mantou came to his senses and asked anxiously: "Did you see Master Yin?"

The editor was stunned: "Master Yin? Who is it?"

Master Yin is...

Master Mantou was surprised to find that the man faded little by little in his memory like a tide, until he was completely transparent!

"Probably... someone."

Half a minute later, he answered in confusion.

The sky is boundless, like a thousand acres of blue waves, gently covering a vast yellow land. Looking into the distance, the blue sky and brown-yellow ground are attached to the line, as if everything in the world is gathered here.

Pan Ting stood on the soft land, looking around in a daze, and his proud imagination seemed extremely poor in front of the single scenery.

"Big steamed bun?"

He shouted tentatively.

"He went to the award ceremony." The man behind the Creator replied.

Pan Ting's heartbeat: "Where is this? Who are you? Where are you? Why did you get me here?" Questions one after another, like machine guns are constantly firing, but fear is still stuck in the heart and keeps expanding.

"This is the world you are about to create. I am the man behind the Creator, the person who helped you create time. I am at your feet, have you seen me?"

Pan Ting lowered his head and saw something the size of a cockroach slid his pants. He subconsciously stepped on it and realized that this might be... the man behind the Creator?

He moved his feet slowly, feeling a little reluctant to look at the crime scene.

Half of the thing the size of a cockroach was buried in the soil, and the other half was looking at him blankly with his neck raised.

"Yeah, you actually stepped on me."

Pan Ting squatted down and carefully observed its appearance.

Its thumb size is golden brown, with a faint luster. Its head is a semicircle with an arc facing upwards, and a straight line is connected to the body. Its head is a pair of straight tentacles, which are a bit like an antenna. Its forelimbs can be bent and very thin, but it moves a bit like a human arm. Especially when you get up from a pit, your lower body is more similar to a human structure, and your legs are slightly thicker than your forelimbs, and you can stand up and walk upright.

"Didn't you say you are the man behind the Creator?"

"It's me."

"Where are you like a man?"

The man behind the Creator was furious, "Rogue! You actually made excuses to look at my big root!"

Pan Ting: "..."

The man behind the Creator moved his petite body, climbed onto Pan Ting's upper and sat down, waved his slender little arm, and said in a passionate tone: "Did you see it? The land you will dominate! So fertile, enchanting, and beautiful."

Pan Ting: "..." Did he be exported to labor as a farmer?

The man behind the Creator asked in surprise: "Why are you not excited at all?"

Pan Ting cried and said, "I want to go home."

“What’s the best thing to do if you have a home that only has one microwave?”

"I have a microwave oven at least, where is this? There is not even a blast furnace!"

"You can create." With a "ding" sound, a small table appeared in front of the man behind the Creator, with a familiar laptop on it, and the computer had opened a form:

Plant name:

Plant classification:

Organizational system:

Organs and appearance:

Distribution and habits:

Ecological Relationship:

use:

"What's this?"

The man behind the Creator excitedly urged him: "Write the plants you imagined."

The plants he imagined only have three names, appearance and function, and are they good? At most, they are strange places such as rock cracks and cold ponds.

What the hell is the organizational system?

Do plant classifications refer to ferns and... mosses? Or are they actually the same category?

Organs should be rhizomes, leaves, flowers and fruits? The fruits will fall off, so isn't it the organs lost?

What is the ecological relationship? Such as spring orchid, autumn chrysanthemum, summer bamboo, and winter plum, which occupies the four worlds in mahjong?

Pan Ting, who failed the biology for many years, experienced the embarrassment of not having enough books to be used.

"Come on, write, you will witness the surprise of the world you write about becoming a reality!"
To be continued...