My Virtual Kingdom of God

As a domestic coastal city, Fulinghai City has always been relatively developed. Although it is incomparable with first-tier cities, it can definitely rank among the first-tier cities in China.

Zheng Dong could not imagine what it is to own a manor in such a city, even if the manor is located on the outskirts of the city.

As the gate of the manor slowly opened and the convoy entered the manor, the high-cold image maintained by Zheng Dong could no longer stretch.

"This house ... is it expensive?"

After I just asked this sentence, Zheng Dong couldn't wait to slap himself. Isn't this nonsense!

Shen Mengqi thought, and then said, "It's not expensive. The house was self-built and later renovated."

It turned out that Zheng Donggang was relieved, but then Shen Mengqi didn't let him be strangled by saliva.

"The current market price is about one billion yuan."

Zheng Dong took a deep breath, forget it, the world of Shenhao, we don't understand.

The team drove for several minutes at the manor before stopping slowly.

"Well, here it is."

Shen Mengqi said as she unfastened her seat belt.

Along the way, Zheng Dong has adjusted his mood. He keeps telling himself that this is nothing, but he is a man who has believers in the other world. He has not only believers in the other world, but also a virtual square of God ’s kingdom on the earth .

Calm down! You are a man who has experienced storms.

The effect of self-suggestion was good. When Zheng Dong got out of the car, his face returned to a light expression.

After parking the car, Shen Mengqi took Zheng Dong to the second floor of the villa.

The second floor of the villa was transformed into a huge training room. Zheng Dong visually estimated that it was more than 200 square meters.

In the training room, all kinds of training equipment are very complete. Zheng Dong also saw a weapon rack inside, all of which were long sheathed swords.

"Ms. Shen likes swords?"

"What?" Shen Mengqi froze, then reacted, and gave Zheng Dong a white look. "Yes, you call me Meng Qi or Kiki, my friends call me that. Ms. Shen is always called, listen. So tired. "

Zheng Dong realized that his words were inappropriate, and laughed, "OK."

"Shen ... Meng Qi, have you practiced piling exercises before?"

"Have practiced a little bit," Shen Mengqi got serious when she heard Zheng Dong ask her about martial arts training. "But the master I asked for was too many times, and I couldn't stand on my own.

I heard Shen Mengqi say this, Zheng Dong could not help but feel the pressure is great, this beautiful young local sister, it's not easy to flicker.

Wrong, why do you keep thinking about Huyou, when did this habit develop? Zheng Dong was secretly alert.

Joking is a joke. Zheng Dong taught the students, but he was very serious. He explained all his feelings about Ma Buzui, and explained to Shen Mengqi a little bit.

Shen Mengqi only listened to a few words and knew that the senior in front of him had real things, not comparable as before.

Before Zheng Dong came into contact with the realm of the outside world, Ma Buzui had already started, and after that he learned the extraordinary method of forging, and Gao Wujian, he did not know how much he knew about Mabuzui.

I do n’t want to brag, he now understands Ma Buzhan, never under Coach Qin, or even far beyond, and teaches a student who has no entry in Pilgong, naturally come to grips.

The two of them taught one by one, and studied hard, and time passed quickly.

Uh ...

Back to the rental house.

Zheng Dong couldn't help smashing his mouth. The tyrant is the tyrant. Not only does he live in a manor house with a bodyguard, but also a personal chef. Well, the beef sauce at noon tastes great, no wonder everyone wants to be friends with the tyrant.

After thinking about it for a while, Zheng Dong remembered the business and immediately summoned the book of truth and looked it up.

Disciple: 168

Divine Power: 1

The believers actually went up by one. Zheng Dong was a little surprised. I didn't expect that in the atmosphere yesterday, there were even indigenous people who did not believe in themselves.

Seeing this divine power, Zheng Dong lay on the bed, and when he moved his mind, his consciousness left the body and came to Honghuang 1.0.

Zheng Dong looked at the Salary Island under his feet, and he had a heartfelt satisfaction. This feeling is far from comparable to what he set foot in Shen Mengqi's manor today.

This is a kingdom of God, a kingdom of God that belongs only to Zheng Dong himself.

"Creating consciousness."

As instructions were issued, a body of consciousness slowly took shape, and UU read the book www.uukanshu. com Zheng Dong set him up like a human, and his clothes are ordinary ancient decoration.

A few minutes later, an NPC in the image of an ancient rural Caiyaolang appeared in front of Zheng Dong.

Next, Zheng Dong used the book of truth to input the fabricated memory into the conscious body. The memory of the NPC is equivalent to setting a story background for this game. Otherwise, a game without a storyline, even a virtual game, will It seems very empty and the playability is not high, which Zheng Dong cannot tolerate.

After all, he still points to this game to attract players.

After getting everything done, Zheng Dong breathed a sigh of relief, and finally got it done initially. The next step was to attract players.

It's not difficult to attract players. The book of truth records the method by which gods lead believers to the kingdom of God.

赏 In order to reward devout believers, the God of Truth created a method called spiritual mark, which is used to attract believers.

"Well, just use this spiritual mark to attract players." Zheng Dong muttered to himself.

Fortunately, the God of Truth has fallen. I do n’t know if he is alive. What do you think of this scene?

Consciousness returns to the body, Zheng Dong opens his eyes, he manipulates the book of truth, and constantly creates a spiritual mark. The Book of Truth is indeed an artifact to maintain the operation of the kingdom of God. There may be no achievements in the means of attack, but it is extremely easy to create a spiritual mark.

Soon, a series of spiritual imprints with singular patterns were created, and Fang Cheng counted them down, for a total of ten, equivalent to ten places.

Very good, these ten places are equivalent to inside players.

Zheng Dong nodded, and under the control of his mind, ten spiritual marks rose into the sky and disappeared directly into the air.

"I don't know which lucky people can get these ten places." Zheng Dong murmured.