The fake daughter is bound to the mountain king system

"Hey, why is there no sound..."

The sun was quite strong. Aunt Jane was wearing a straw hat and had no makeup on, so her cheeks were a little red from the sun.

A very simple image of a mountain village aunt.

Of course, if you see this straw hat in a counter in a big city, you can also see the 8200 mark on the front of the hat...

Aunt Zhen turned around and spoke to Uncle Si: "What is Jiaojiao's classmate talking about with you guys under the tree at the entrance of the village all day, Uncle Si?"

"Nothing."

The fourth uncle, who was originally from the north, snorted, thinking that the young man was ungrateful. "Who would just listen and not talk? The young man is very cunning. He has been here for so long and he still hasn't told me where his hometown is, how many people are in his family, where he went to school, and where he will work after graduation... Haha, he is willing to accept all kinds of messy rumors!"

The fourth uncle was shocked: "What do you mean he has a child with Xiaojiao? I think he is just a scumbag from outside! He wants to ruin Xiaojiao's reputation first and force Xiaojiao to be with him! Scumbag! Man!"

"Uncle Four! Too loud!"

Aunt Zhen tried to dissuade him, but for some reason her voice got louder and louder, "Everyone in our village supports Jiaojiao! Look, although he was reluctant to accept the offer and didn't refute it, none of us believed it, right?"

Aunt Zhen said loudly: "With us here, no one can bully Jiaojiao!"

Click.

The courtyard door, which was rarely closed, was pushed open. Aunt Zhen and Uncle Four kept on smiling and looked towards the pavilion.

That’s right, it’s for the brat to hear!

However, the elder with sharp eyes met...

A pair of cat eyes.

Main System Cat: “Meow?”

A guest is coming.

That's why when He just came, He cut off the connection between the courtyard's existence and reality, otherwise such an awkward meeting would have happened.

Now it is only He, the guest coming from afar, who can entertain other guests.

The local gods are in a dream, and the main system does not have the presence of mind in the system space at all.

She walked up to Uncle Four and Aunt Zhen with a cat-like gait, and imitated her employee No. 778 by circling their calves in a figure eight shape to show her welcome. She also meowed coquettishly, pulled Aunt Zhen's legs, and leaned forward to look at the fragrant pastries in Aunt Zhen's hands.

Ah ~

The optimized seeds, combined with the soil from Mount Kinabalu and abundant faith, create a delicious flavor that is truly fragrant.

He is truly an excellent main system!

The main system, using the employee's bionic body, was the first to eat the hot, milky millet cake, and proudly puffed out its hairy chest!

As for the human uncles and aunties with dark faces standing in front of the mountain god and believers who were sleeping in a ball?

He is just a little kitten.

What does it have to do with Him?

……

In the dream, Feng Lan expected that the alien visitor had ulterior motives, but she did not expect that the alien visitor was so shameless.

He was still wearing the dragon's body, and he and the shriveled little girl looked at each other in bewilderment.

The moment he fell asleep, the thick barrier separating him from his memories before becoming a god collapsed, so he did not resist.

Some of my previous instinctive reactions were finally answered.

Feng Lan thought, so that's how it is.

Yu Jiao, who has the body of a little girl, has no idea what is going on.

When she saw the little dragon, she suddenly understood!

Is it Feng Lan?

Was it when Feng Lan was born?

It turns out that she and he had met so long ago!

Yu Jiao carefully looked at the hornless dragon with claws through the little girl's weak and blurry vision, and thought to herself that Feng Lan's true form was a dragon, but Feng Lan seemed to prefer furry things, poor dragon cub.

"I'm not a dragon..."

“No, isn’t it?” The little girl was hoarse with surprise for a moment, and then whispered, “But my father and mother said that as long as we pray and worship with all our heart, we will always have our own mountain god… So, it doesn’t matter if it’s not a dragon, right…?”

"Really……"

Jiao cub was a little unconfident, "But I almost died...you saved me?"

It coiled up and used its head to push the bowl of water. "If I can, why don't you become the mountain god? I will believe in you and serve as a priest?"

The little girl's vision swayed left and right, and she shook her head seriously and refused: "No."

She said, “You can’t do a ritual dance!”

As he spoke, he used his body, which had just rested for a while and had gathered some strength, to create an extremely difficult pose.

Look at the twisted limbs, and then look at the only two claws the dragon cub has.

Yu Jiao: “…”

Feng Lan: “…”

There was a deafening silence inside the bodies of the man and the dragon.

As the past repeats itself, Yu Jiao also regains some of her physical memories. The future that is full of hope in the eyes of the little girl is just a white lie from the perspective of an adult.

Even thousands of years ago when miracles were common, it was not easy for God to be born.

They may have great merits or be gods from birth, like Dongyue Emperor, the god of Mount Tai, or Zhu Jiuyin from a certain mountain in Xijing. At the very least, they must be good people who sacrificed their lives to save people during the flood and erected a monument, right?

A dragon that has not yet grown up and a village with more than a dozen households. Even if they are the descendants of the exiled Qintiansi and even if their faith is pure enough, how can they worship a god in such a barren mountain and such a poor place?

But the cubs are very easy to take seriously.

The little girl meticulously baptized the dragon cub, performed a sacrificial dance, and recited prayers. The tiny person was very particular when reciting long prayers, and was very particular about the date, the true name of the believer, and what they wanted. In the end, she would offer sacrifices.

In fact, the weak and dirty dragon cub was washed clean.

The little girl took out a kitchen knife from under the altar, which she had brought with her when she was not so weak.

"I'm sorry, Lord Dragon God, there aren't many offerings."

"But I'm really not a dragon..."

The little girl felt guilty, but the dragon cub didn't care about it at all. It just hesitated. Can it really become a god?

"Otherwise, I will do the offering..."

But the little girl had already cut her wrist with an innocent look on her face.

The last bit of blood and bone was squeezed out of her dry body. Her lips quickly turned pale, but she still used her hoarse voice to comfort her: "It's okay, I can be buried here with you. I've covered you with a blanket."

"..."

Jiao cub's tears flowed down.

It felt the life of its only friend rapidly fading away, and felt a warm and soft mist entwining and binding it, but it had not yet sensed any signs of becoming a god.

Finally, when the little girl fell dizzy on the altar, the dragon cub broke free from the too gentle restraints, crawled to the little girl's hand, cut his body with the kitchen knife, and then crawled to her lips, wetting the dry human with tears and dragon blood: "You become the mountain god, and I will worship you!"

The little girl laughed hoarsely, and she looked very embarrassed with blood all over her body, but she was very happy.

The young voice said with difficulty, "Everyone is dead, the mountain is dead, and only I am left... everything I have is everything the mountain has... Using everything I have to offer is the mountain's recognition..."

She said, "Dad, Mom, and Sister, you promised to take me outing when the mountain flowers are in full bloom... They say I am the most amazing girl... Then, I want the mountain to return to its original appearance..."

The little dragon cried so hard that he almost died.

But she is really amazing.

As the altar was stained with blood, the dragon's body was silently reconstructing. A small bulge grew on its head, and a pair of claws appeared on it without anyone noticing.

The little girl opened and closed her lips, but was almost silent: "...I am a priest, can I give you...a name..."

The dragon cub was crying so hard that he couldn't speak. He could only nod his head vigorously, which made him even more dizzy from the excessive blood loss.

The little girl couldn't help but laugh with difficulty.

"Before the big rock came... the mountain wind was very strong... I picked up a... strange snake..."

If you feel something.

Yu Jiao in the dry body was in a trance and murmured softly.

"Feng Lan..."

"Just call you... Feng Lan?"

Then the mountain wind arose, and the countless creatures that died in the natural disaster let out mournful screams. The priests who communicated with gods and humans offered everything they had, praying that the mountain would accept a mountain god and awaken the dead mountain.

The dragon's blood gradually transformed into golden dragon blood. The dying dragon cub turned into a dragon at the last moment. The priest's bones and blood were used as sacrifices and no longer existed in the world.

She could no longer be buried with her elder sister.

Nor could he die on the altar with the strange snake he had picked up.

A sweet rain fell from the sky, and all things revived. The long wail that continued to the end turned into a dragon's roar. On the soil soaked with dragon blood, dragon blood, and human blood, a seedling connected heaven and earth and broke through the ground. A newborn dragon coiled on it. The newly born mountain god had no memories, but unconsciously sent the last bit of spiritual light into reincarnation.

Finally, He woke up and took a sleepy look at the overgrown grass and trees around Him. He thought that He should find a place with less weeds as a cemetery...

cemetery……?

The mountain breeze blew across the young dragon's tender scales, and he suddenly felt confused.

Why is it, a cemetery…?