My Virtual Kingdom of God

Xi Tiangang was just bright.

In Lilinghai City, a figure leaped from a single bed and sat up in a forced rental house.

The big bead of sweat dripped down Zheng Dong's cheek, and his mouth snorted and gasped, as if he had just done a 100-meter sprint, in fact, he just woke up.

As the pupil focal length recovered, Zheng Dong gradually looked back, "Mobile!"

He whispered a secret, quickly turned on the lamp on the bedside table, and walked straight to the desk a step away.

The desk is relatively clean. In addition to a weird and cracked leather book, there is only one mobile phone placed against the wall. The camera of the mobile phone is facing the single bed of Zheng Dong.

Zheng Donghuo hurriedly picked up the phone.

Alas, shut down!

Zheng Dong pressed the power button, but nothing happened, so he plugged in the data cable to charge the phone.

I was too anxious, Zheng Dong took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually recovered. The phone shot overnight, and it was normal to turn off without power.

After waiting for two minutes, Zheng Dong opened the phone with the charger plugged in.

Just turned on, it showed that the phone's memory was full. Zheng Dong ignored it and opened the video shot last night.

Although Zheng Dong's mobile phone has a night-time shooting function, the scene is still not clear when there is no light, and only the blurred humanoid silhouette on the single bed can be seen.

But Zheng Dong didn't care. He filmed this just to verify one thing. Was he in this rental house last night, or was it on earth?

With the video playing minute by minute, Zheng Dong's heart gradually raised.

Buzz!

MMP!

Looking at the caller ID that suddenly jumped on the phone, Zheng Dong yelled, and then yelled, just wanted to hang up, then chose to connect.

Without him, the caller showed the word "old girl".

"Light rain." Zheng Dong tried to smooth his voice as much as possible, but with a trace of tremolo.

"Brother."

Immediately after the call was connected, a clear voice came from the other end of the phone, and Zheng Dong's mind could not help but reveal his sister's handsome appearance.

"Hmm." Zheng Dong responded gently, "Is the result of the college entrance examination coming out?"

Zheng Dong knew that his sister must have called to do so.

"Hey." Zheng Yu smiled slyly, but did not answer.

Hearing his sister's laughter, Zheng Dong felt relieved. He knew that his sister must have done well in the exam, and laughed: "Okay, don't sell it."

"578 points."

"578?" Zheng Dong was pleased in his heart. "It's over 20 points and it's a good test."

I heard Zheng Dong's praise, but Zheng Yu was silent, and said for a while: "Unfortunately, it's still a little bit worse."

"It's okay, a good major may not be inferior to a major." Zheng Dong comforted, "I will help you to refer to it at that time."

"Yes," Zheng Yu nodded, "Yes, brother, I took a job during the summer vacation."

"What job?" Wen Yan Zheng Dong instinctively frowned.

"It's just a waiter. Anyway, idle is also idle, and can subsidize tuition and living expenses."

In the end, my sister's voice was getting quieter.

Zheng Dong heard this, but his heart was sore.

"Brother, in fact, I am mainly afraid that I will be too boring in the summer ..."

行 "Okay, pay attention to your own safety." The younger sister said nothing, Zheng Dong agreed.

My sister-in-law did it right, because of their family conditions, he was not allowed to pamper his sister, let alone his sister had grown up.

"Oh, I see!"

I got approval from my brother, and my sister's excited voice became louder.

After a few more chats, the two hung up.

I put down the phone, Zheng Dong no longer thought about it, he was now anxious to figure out the strange things that happened these few nights.

Zheng Dong continued to open the video shot last night and watched it.

After an hour, the sky was completely bright, and the sun was shining through the window on the desk's leather book, emitting a glare of reflection.

东 Zheng Dong raised his head and twisted his stiff neck, his face gloomy.

Things are a little different from what I imagined. Is it true that what happened these few nights is a dream? But this is too real!

Thinking of this, Zheng Dong began to carefully recall these days, to be precise, everything that happened in the past three days, and wanted to find other anomalies.

Finally, he locked his eyes on the weird leather book on the desk.

The cover of the leather book looks like the skin of some animal is tanned.

东 Zheng Dong is superficial and doesn't know what kind of animal epidermis it is made of, even if it is not made of animal epidermis.

He picked up the leather book on the desk, stroked it with the palm of his hand, and opened it.

The eyes were yellow paper, but strangely, the paper was empty. Zheng Dong wanted to keep turning it, but he couldn't open it anyway.

The back of the paper seemed to be glued together.

Tong Mingming seems to have a little fingertip thickness, but Zheng Dong can only open the first page.

到底 What the **** is this?

Twenty-three days ago, it appeared on its desk in such a vacuum, without any warning.

After these three days, I had the same weird dream every night.

But Zheng Dong didn't know what the strange dream he had at night had to do with this book.

Headache!

After thinking about it for a long time, he could only let it go for nothing.

He knows that in addition to this, there is another important thing to do today, which is to find a job.

东 Zheng Dong is four years older than his younger sister, who is in college and he just graduated, but now with the increasing number of college students, it is becoming more and more difficult to find a good job.

Fortunately, he still has a part-time job with a high income. When it comes to this part-time job, Zheng Dong loves and hates it.

Because of it, Zheng Dong had the money to finish college successfully, and because of it, he often made him scaly.

Uh ...

Lilinghai City.

International Trade Building.

Lilinghai City, as a quasi-first-tier city in China, has always had high house prices. Guomao Building is a landmark building in Linghai City, and its value can be imagined.

Zheng Dong's part-time job is just in this tall building, just for work ...

"Dongzi, are you here?"

"Haige."

Xun Gang walked into the gate called the Free Fight Club, a powerful man in a black vest and greeted Zheng Dong with a smile.

He is the sea brother in Zheng Dongkou.

Zheng Dong entered the martial arts hall. It is naturally impossible to be a martial arts coach. He does not have any martial arts. In fact, his job here is called sparring.

The general martial arts does not have the practice training. Usually, the martial arts coaches work part-time, but this martial arts museum is special.

Zheng Dong can only attribute it to the boss's willfulness.

"Haige, what is the game today?"

东 Zheng Dong said as Mali put on protective clothing.

"Number four." Haige looked up.

东 Zheng Dong followed Haige's gaze and looked at the VIP No. 4 venue. There were two people on the field, a black vest coach and a white vest student.

Wearing thick protective clothing, wearing a good face mask, holding a grid baffle, the heavily armed Zheng Dong calmly headed for the No. 4 venue.

当 As a sparring at Free Fight Club, although the salary is high, it is not a good job.

This job requires that sparring be beaten and not fight back. In the process of being beaten, you can hide and block, but you cannot run.

Sometimes I meet too many customers and even ask for sparring to take off protective clothing.

It wasn't that the Wuwu Museum hadn't recruited any other sparring, all ran away within a few days, only Zheng Dong, who persisted here for three years.

东 Zheng Dong still remembers that he was beaten for the first time. He had been in pain for more than half a month, and he was still wearing protective clothing.

Despite this, Zheng Dong chose to persist.

东 Zheng Dong walked to the No. 4 venue, and the coach was striding on the teaching staff.

"I was telling you about Ma Bu yesterday. Ma Bu is the most basic martial arts skill in martial arts, but most people can't get in for a lifetime."

教练 The instructor in black said, and made a demonstration action to the students, "The horse step piles are divided into three positions: high, middle and low. Beginners generally start with high piles, and let the leg bear a little force first. You look at it."

I saw the black coach separate their feet, UU read the book www.uukanshu. The com is the same width as the shoulders, the knees are slightly curved, the chest is pulled out, and the toes are clasped to the ground.

Zheng Dong watched the black coach stand on his steps, as if he didn't see a man, but an old pine, rooted in the soil, no matter how the wind and rain hit it, he stood still.

"The virtual spirit in the horse step refers to the head up, as if a line is falling on your head. Make all these moves standard, and prove that your horse step kung fu has taken shape."

"Do this, even if you get started?"

The student in white clothes was excited aside. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he knew the name of coach Qin in front of him.

入门 "Getting started?" Coach Qin smiled. "It's still a long way to go."

"When you stand on the horse, when can you feel a heat flow from the soles of your feet, go straight to Dazhui along the middle of the center, your horse step is called entry."

学员 The trainees in white didn't care, but Zheng Dong moved inwardly. According to the coach's statement, his horse step was just the beginning?

Zheng Dong spent three years in the martial arts practice training. After hearing his ears, he still knew some basic knowledge of martial arts, especially the pile exercises.

Zheng Dong listened to the head coach the most, is the pile of work.

"Coach Qin."

He saw the coach finish the explanation and hurried forward to say hello.

"Coming."

Zheng Dong nodded. The coach Qin was about thirty years old, he was burly and looked ordinary, but when he looked at people with both eyes, he felt a lot of oppression.

Wu Qin Wushuang, the head coach of the martial arts hall, the whole martial arts hall, except for the boss who did not see the dragon at the end, counted his chief.

Instructor Qin Qin received the power and took two steps slowly, his left leg was a bit sloppy.

行 "Yes, you can practice with him for a while, I'll rest."

After I said, I ended up.