My Virtual Kingdom of God

Zheng Dong just dropped the barbell, and coach Qin entered the martial arts hall.

He saw Qin Wushuang, walked in three or two steps, and said, "Coach Qin, are you looking for me?"

Wu Qin Wushuang nodded: "Come with me."

Zheng Zheng followed him, and the two came to Qin Wushuang's office.

Wu Qin Wushuang said as he put down his backpack and said, "Xiaodong, you have been working at our martial arts hall for several years."

Zheng Dong secretly said, here.

"Yes, almost three years, my university has been part-time here."

Coach Qin Qin nodded: "How do you think of us?"

"Very good, working hours are free, and wages are not low." To tell the truth, Zheng Dong basically guessed what Coach Qin would say next, and there is no need to cover up.

"I don't think you are suitable for sparring now."

Sure enough, Zheng Dong sighed, but it wasn't much frustration. If Zheng Dong got the Book of Truth, he would still feel uncomfortable for a while, but now, he adjusted his mentality just a moment.

However, coach Qin's next sentence surprised him.

"Have you ever thought of us being a coach?"

Wu Qin Wushuang looked up and looked at Zheng Dong.

"Being a coach?" Zheng Dongzhe stopped, what can he teach as a coach? He didn't dare to teach forging, so could he be a teacher?

When Zheng Dong was about to decline, a rush of information passed into Zheng Dong's mind.

"God! Help!"

He is his only believer in the other world, Allen's call for help.

When I heard this call for help, Zheng Dong's face changed, and he quickly said, "Coach, I have something urgent, and I want to take a vacation first."

After speaking, he left the office without waiting for coach Qin to reply.

Uh ...

Out of the martial arts hall, Zheng Dong came to the seventh floor of the building. There is a hotel here, and now he has no time to rush back to the rental house.

"A single room."

"Sir, our single room has three hundred, five hundred and ..."

"Three hundred, hurry up!"

东 Zheng Dong was anxious.

I murmured at the front desk of the hotel, but I quickly checked in to Zheng Dong.

东 Zheng Dong entered the room with the room card, and as soon as he closed the door, he quickly lay in bed.

Soon, his consciousness, like before, quickly crossed a black passage.

As the scene in front of him gradually became clear, Zheng Dong finally saw Allen's situation at the moment.

I saw him tied to a wooden stake, piled with firewood at his feet, and next to him were two indigenous people holding wooden spears, wearing straw skirts, and feathers on their heads.

土著 One of the indigenous people held a black porcelain bowl filled with milky slurry and poured it into Allen's mouth.

After drinking the milky white juice, Allen's spirit suddenly became weak. It seems that they were feeding him this kind of thing before.

Zheng Dong looked around for a week.

Allen was tied to a altar, on the altar, an elderly indigenous man with more feathers in his head muttered, constantly worshipping at a totem pole.

Under the burnt altar, the old and young of the indigenous tribes all knelt on the ground and kept scratching their heads.

Although Zheng Dong did not know what gods the indigenous people worshiped, he knew that his followers would be roasted by these indigenous people soon.

Sure enough, as Zheng Dong thought, an indigenous man held a torch and came towards Allen.

Alan wanted to struggle, but found that he could not exert any energy.

"Burn him! Burn this devil!"

The indigenous sentiment under the ring was very excited, looking at Allen as if looking at an unforgiving devil.

"It's ancient Byron!" Allen was surprised when he heard the shout from the audience.

When he was studying at Kingdom Knights College, he took elective history of the magic empire. Ancient Byron was the lingua franca of that era.

Ancient Byron?

东 Zheng Dong felt Allen's thoughts and murmured. Although he had checked Allen's memory, the focus was to find out how to become a knight. As for the others, he had not had time to see it.

But now is not the time to think about it, his followers will soon be burned to death, but he can do nothing.

"Burn him!"

"Devil! Burn him!"

"Burn him!"

Under the sacrifice altar, the emotions of the indigenous people became more and more enthusiastic, so that Zheng Dong doubted that the kid Allen would not really do anything that was angry.

But anyway, Allen can't die now.

Thinking of this, Zheng Dong shouted: "Stop!"

With Zheng Dong yelling, everyone in UU reads www.uukanshu.com, and everyone in the audience is quiet. The indigenous people on the altar are excited with their hands shaking, and keep shouting, "God! It is god!"

"It's God! The great God has appeared, burn him! Burn him!"

Zheng Dong was a little speechless.

"Stop, my followers. He is not a devil, but an angel leading you out of darkness."

东 Zheng Dong didn't know what contradiction they had, anyway, Huyou was over. As for Huyou, it was impossible.

Sure enough, after hearing these words rang in my mind, the emotions of the indigenous people gradually eased.

不是 "Not a devil?"

"It is a messenger sent by God."

"We are going to burn the angel of God, will we offend the gods ?!"

"It's over, our tribe is over."

The Aboriginals' mood just eased, and then they began to collapse, but fortunately, no one shouted to burn Allen. It was no accident that his small life was saved.

On the altar, the elderly native shed tears with tears in his eyes: "Great God, we have no intention of offending, but also please anger!"

After I finished speaking, I grabbed my head with my head. The one I called was fierce, and for a moment, my forehead was full of blood.

"Get up, boy, it's not your fault."

Zheng Dong's gentle voice sounded in the minds of the elderly indigenous people. Zheng Dong's words seemed like magic, which instantly stopped the movement of the old indigenous hoe.

"Great God, don't you blame us?"

"You haven't hurt my messenger, why blame you?"

东 Zheng Dong selectively ignores the half-dead tragic situation that Allen was imbued with. After all, these indigenous people can develop into believers.

土著 These indigenous people are obviously better off than elite-educated noble knights like Allen.