On a light click on the table, a ripped red wine appeared from the void, filling the empty goblet in front of Zheng Shuanglong. Looking at the wine glass dyed with red wine, Zheng Shuanglong smiled and said, "Wake up the power of the world, lying drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman. Isn't a man fighting for such a life for such a day? Even in an illusory world, he is still drunk."

Zheng Shuanglong was smiling, but it was really bitter. Yes, being drunk is not because he was intoxicated by the red wine in front of him, but because he was intoxicated by the power and the power that controls other people's lives. Even Zheng Shuanglong, who is the true god, is very difficult to face such a choice. After all, what Zheng Shuanglong has to convince himself is often the hardest to convince. Because he really knows himself very well.

A trip to the main world made Zheng Shuanglong understand a lot, the time difference between the main world and the river of fantasy, the existence of his parents, the suppression of the illusion by the main world. The most important thing is to return to the main world, and he is to return to one of the thousands of ** silks. Power, power, beauty, and wealth must all be started over again.

Starting from scratch, not everyone can do this kind of thing. It is difficult to decorate early spring, and Zheng Shuanglong also thinks this choice is really difficult and unreasonable.

On the one hand, we control the world and have the great power, money, power, beauty, and power of the millions of creatures. Eat the best dishes, drink the best wine, live in the best palace, and hug the most beautiful women. You can basically enjoy what you can enjoy in the world.

On one side, I am an ordinary **silver life. I can’t starve every month and don’t want to go to restaurants often. Saving some money is very difficult to pay. It’s difficult to get out of the group, and I don’t succeed in blind dates many times. It’s not that I’m not a civil servant, I don’t have my own house, I don’t have my own car, I don’t have a handsome enough person, I don’t have a good future and a money-oriented family, I’m a home, I don’t have a good lifestyle, I don’t have a good social circle, I don’t... Anyway, I’m all kinds of people.

More importantly, the risk of choosing the real thing is very high. The success rate is really not high enough for things like holding up the Kingdom of God. Even if Zheng Shuanglong improves the Miracle Magic Formation, the risk of falling is too great.

The life of a noble and handsome man with great wealth and power in the world and the ordinary life of a life of life with life. Such a choice is really difficult and easy. Many people can make a choice in an instant. Even if it is a dream or a fantasy, so what if it is a beautiful life, it is really impossible to dream.

However, this kind of decision is really difficult for Zheng Shuanglong. Even if he is really unwilling to fight and is unwilling to take risks and start over again.

However, a trip to the main world has left Zheng Shuanglong with no other choice, and his parents are not traveling far away.

Now, Zheng Shuanglong has to use various methods to strengthen his beliefs and make himself firm in his beliefs as if he was the time of the fall. Because Zheng Shuanglong really felt regretful in his heart, he regretted that he chose to lift the Kingdom of God.

This is very bad. Without firm belief and feeling regretful in your heart, it is impossible to successfully exalt the kingdom of God. This is too dangerous. Zheng Shuanglong understands this, so he once again realized his mind and saw the nature, swept away the dust again, and baptism of the soul again began.

Holding up the goblet on the table, Zheng Shuanglong gently shook the goblet in his hand, watching the red wine in the cup form a whirlpool, a blood-colored whirlpool, looking at his bitter smile reflected on the cup, and said lightly: "When there is nothing, you can fight and fight for your life, because there is really nothing except that life."

"But, holding such great power in my hand, controlling the life and death of billions of creatures in thousands of worlds, this feeling of the world in my heart really makes people addicted and dare not fight to the death, because I already have too many things and too many enjoyments waiting for myself. Without this life, aren't these enjoyments just cheaper for others? When a person dies and has not spent all his money, this is really a kind of sadness." Zheng Shuanglong, who drank the red wine in the wine glass in one mouthful, smiled bitterly and said.

"What makes people feel most painful is that this kind of life is a life of **silk. This kind of life is really hard to be excited, but it has to be fought. There are reasons to fight." Zheng Shuanglong, who was filled with red wine, said a little angry.

"Why should you complain about the impermanence of life, or should you fight against the injustice of heaven, or you should scold yourself as a humble person. With this kind of happy and powerful life now, you have to use your life to fight for a life of **. It's really speechless. However, this is life, an impermanent life, my life." Zheng Shuanglong, who killed the red wine, said with a wry smile.

"The existence in the river of fantasy yearns for life in the main world, yearning for becoming reality, yearning for evolution. However, how many existences they know, the real does not mean that happiness does not mean that happiness does not mean that comfort. Instead, the illusory ones are fascinating, happy, happy, and unwilling to give up." Putting down the wine glass, Zheng Shuanglong took out a bottle of white wine with a high degree of degree, and no matter who cares about etiquette, he just sips it. Anyway, for Zheng Shuanglong, as long as he is not willing to get drunk, no matter what wine is, it will be effective.

Then, on the other hand, if Zheng Shuanglong really wants to get drunk, he will be drunk by wine. Now Zheng Shuanglong really wants to get drunk. He uses alcohol to wash away his reluctance.

"'Although I know it's fake, when I eat it, my stomach will tell me that this piece of meat is delicious and juicy.' I really want to be like a guy in the Matrix who said such words, indulge in, but I have to wake up. Even if I don't want to, I have to choose the life of the shredded ones, because home is there, and my parents are waiting for me to go home." Zheng Shuanglong took out a jar of Du Kang wine and blew it in one sip. A firm expression appeared in his intoxicated eyes.

Just as Zheng Shuanglong said, if your home is there and your parents are there, then where can you go? This is a must.

My parents have raised me for so many years and have not yet returned my kindness to me. How could I enjoy this illusory life happily?
Chapter completed!