My Virtual Kingdom of God

"Tolu."

"God!" Tulu heard Zheng Dong's voice and hurriedly prepared to kneel down, but Zheng Dong raised his hand to stop him.

"Your most urgent task right now is to be responsible for the tribe's food."

"Great God, please rest assured, I will definitely arrange the fishing work of the tribe."

Zheng Dong nodded: "Those sailors should be honest."

"Be honest, be honest." Tulu said again and again, "Since the God Envoy defeated the group of devils last time, the rest of the people are all honest and dare not cause trouble."

"Well," Zheng Dong nodded, "every time you go to sea in the future, remember to bring a few temple knights in reserve, just in case."

"Of order." Tulu bowed his head in response.

"Okay, you and Alan go out first." After explaining to Alan and Tulu, Zheng Dong sent them out.

Seeing the two exiting the hut, Zheng Dong looked at Fulun with great interest, the prisoner from Viscount Winter's territory.

At the sacrifice site today, when Zheng Dong used the Book of Truth, he found that Fulun was not his believer, which surprised him a bit.

Not to mention people from other worlds, even if people on Earth experience this kind of daily brainwashing prayer ceremony and Zheng Dong's "miracles" from time to time, I am afraid it will be difficult not to be converted into believers.

The Fren in front of him has actually withstood this fanatical brainwashing ritual, and until now, he is still a hypocrite.

interesting.

Fren was a little scared when he was scanned by Zheng Dong's eyes. He pretended to kneel down, but Zheng Dong suddenly said, "You don't believe in me."

Hearing these words, Fron suddenly fell into an ice cellar.

"God...God! I don't understand what you mean."

Zheng Dong heard Fren's trembling voice, and chuckled lightly: "Fren, I don't feel faith in you, do you know what this means?"

Hearing this, Fren fell to his knees and kept kowtowing: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, spare my life! Spare my life!"

Fren is also a little confused about the situation now. If Zheng Dong is a spellcaster, the spiritual power he perceives from Zheng Dong is very weak, not as good as his own.

If Zheng Dong is an ordinary person, his various performances are not what ordinary people can do, not even what extraordinary knights can do.

He thought he was quite knowledgeable, but he still couldn't figure out where Zheng Dong came from. For example, the way Zheng Dong appeared today really shocked him.

Zheng Dong looked at Fren who was kneeling in front of him, and said softly: "Get up, I am not some evil god, and I will not force others to believe in me."

After hearing this, Fren gradually stopped kowtowing and stood up slowly.

"May I ask, who are you...?"

Zheng Dong looked at Fren's terrified eyes and said with a smile, "Can't you feel the spiritual power in me?"

Fron nodded.

"This is just my incarnation. The power of the gods is too strong, coupled with the rejection of the plane, if my real body descends, it will cause the plane to collapse."

When Fren heard Zheng Dong's explanation, he was a little skeptical.

He had never heard that people would be so powerful. Even at the peak of the magic empire, those legendary mages who were so powerful that they would destroy the world would not be able to cause the plane to collapse when they came to a plane.

Could it be... this is really a god?

Fren was also a little uncertain at the moment.

Seeing Fren's indecisive expression, Zheng Dong secretly smiled in his heart, he won't kill you!

 …

Inside the rental house.

A black vortex suddenly appeared, and Zheng Dong's figure stepped out of the vortex.

"came back."

Feeling the lighter gravity on his body, Zheng Dong knew that he had returned to the earth.

This teleportation from the Kingdom of God was an adventure for him, but the reason why Zheng Dong dared to do so was based on his trust in the divine artifact, the Book of Truth.

He believes that there will be absolutely no accidents during the transmission process, and the results are as expected, and the round trip is very safe.

Going to another world this time solved the biggest problem, the problem of discord among the natives.

Before Zheng Dong returned to Earth, he could clearly feel that the natives put down their guard against each other and accepted each other. This is a good start.

He doesn't expect the natives to suddenly become like family members, this is unrealistic, and Zheng Dong is already very satisfied with being able to accept each other.

He believes that as the indigenous people get along longer and longer, the problem of tribal integration will eventually be solved.

As for the city building and plantation plans, Zheng Dong could only ask Allen to watch them personally. After all, this project would take several months.

Zheng Dong doesn't have so much free time to spend on the island, there are still a lot of things waiting for him in the prehistoric world.

After checking the situation of Crescent Island again, Zheng Dong temporarily put it aside.

Standing up, Zheng Dong glanced at the messy rental house and couldn't help frowning.

During the period of obtaining the Book of Truth, he was either busy with believers in other worlds or the virtual kingdom of God, and he didn't care about cleaning the house at all.

In addition, the environment of the rental house itself is very poor, so it looks like a kennel.

"How about changing the house?"

Zheng Dong thought to himself.

"Change house!"

Looking at the messy house again, I really can't stand it anymore.

However, even if you change houses, you should at least clean the house before leaving, otherwise the landlord will probably have a heart attack.

Thinking of this, Zheng Dong started to clean the house.

"It would be great if I had a girlfriend." While cleaning the house, Zheng Dong thought wildly, somehow thought of Shen Mengqi, then shook his head with a smile.

"It seems that I have been single for a long time, and my thoughts are all hairy." Zheng Dong laughed at himself.

After cleaning the house, Zheng Dong began to browse the house information on the Internet.

The average house price in Linghai City is more than 30,000 yuan, and the rent is also frighteningly high. Well-decorated and well-located houses can be found everywhere for 10,000 yuan a month.

While browsing the housing information on the Internet, Zheng Dong looked at his bank card balance, and found that he still misunderstood the definition of a rich person.

"It's too expensive!" Zheng Dong couldn't help complaining.

If he hadn't met Shen Mengqi, a rich little woman, he might not be able to rent a decent house.

As for buying.

Zheng Dong felt that with his current economic conditions, there was still a slight gap.

Well, at most two points of difference.

he thought silently.