The fake daughter is bound to the mountain king system

After her body turned into a spot of light and dissipated, Yu Jiao could no longer stay in the dream. She could not see whether the dragon cub had turned into a mountain god, nor could she see whether the mountain had come back to life. At the moment of withdrawal, she empathized with herself a thousand years ago.

So worried...

She was worried about the mountain, the vegetation on the mountain, her sister who didn’t have the strength to bury her, and the little mountain god that she was the only one who believed in…

What if Jiaozi didn't become a mountain god?

It's a small weird snake, staying on a withered and dead mountain. Would it be scared? It would be okay if they died together...

What if she becomes a mountain god and no living creatures believe in her and she has to respond to her prayers?

It's still so small...how much power can it have...how can it save a mountain...

The worry that could not be stopped at all made Yu Jiao open her eyes suddenly, and she slowly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar handsome face so close to her.

Feng Lan, Feng Lan, so this is how it is...

Fortunately, the mountain god a thousand years later is a very impressive one, and the mountain is also a very lively mountain. It seems that the little monster snake did a great job.

Although the elders said that the mountain was not rich in species...

cough.

After calming down a little, Yu Jiao suddenly realized something.

No wonder Qi Yaoxing said that mini Feng Lan looks a bit like her. When Feng Lan transformed into a human form, he probably referred to her face a thousand years ago?

Yu Jiao understands these settings very well!

Ever since I knew that I was a cannon fodder in a world line similar to that of a novel, I have been catching up on a lot of settings!

In this life and past life, they look exactly the same. So even though he is a mountain god, Feng Lan has always been very close to her as an ordinary believer. Yu Jiao groaned twice. So this is the setting...

She is her substitute in her previous life QAQ!!

A believer who didn't know that he would lose his memory after becoming a god referred to the wrong settings and almost made himself cry because of his imagination.

At this moment, Aunt Zhen's voice came from the side: "Jiaojiao..."

Yu Jiao was stunned. She supported herself with her hands and sat up, then turned around, only to meet Aunt Zhen's loving yet worried gaze.

The little girl cried out: "Auntie!"

"Hey!"

Aunt Zhen hugged the little girl and touched her soft long hair lovingly, "Tell me if you have anything to say. I will take care of it for you... Jiaojiao has someone to back her up!"

Uncle Four: "Yes, yes!"

The old man was so anxious that he was running around in circles. He was originally planning to have a serious talk with the young man, "Fourth Master is not old yet! If anyone dares to bully you, I will beat him to death!"

As he said this, he couldn't help but glare at the young man who was still asleep.

At this moment, Feng Lan, who woke up a step later, slowly opened his eyes and just happened to meet the death gaze of the Fourth Master.

Feng Lan:?

Amid the elders' veiled warnings, the believers looked unhappy and ignored him. He had no choice but to cast his deathly gaze at the Maine Coon cat that was eating voraciously, with an expressionless face.

Main system: Meow?

……

After digesting the food in Aunt Zhen's arms for a while, Yu Jiao regained her strength.

After all, the previous life thousands of years ago is too far away, but the care and love from the people around her is real, and Feng Lan is one of them.

“Aunt…”

Yu Jiao pulled Aunt Zhen's hand and whispered, "The millet cake is getting cold. Why don't you eat it while I explain it to Aunt Zhen and Uncle?"

Aunt Zhen looked at the spitting uncle, then looked at the handsome boy who was silently being scolded and occasionally denied, and then looked at the little girl who couldn't help but look at the handsome boy. Her heart was as clear as a mirror...

Young people are so immature.

She tried to stop him, "Yes, yes, don't waste my hard work."

Several people moved their position from the bamboo couch at the edge of the pavilion to the eight-immortal table.

Yu Jiao glanced at the cat who was eating cake obediently, wondering why 778 was so quiet?

She cut the round and elastic millet cake into small pieces, then ran to get a plate, put one plate per person, and made a pot of tea. Even the fourth uncle calmed down!

It's better to be calm, it's easier to talk when you're calm.

Yu Jiao told the story she had made up with Qi Yaoxing again to Fourth Uncle and Aunt Zhen.

When she was telling lies with her eyes open, Yu Jiao pursed her lips silently, feeling the occasional sidelong glances from people around her.

Yu Jiao: It’s over. I’m such a liar.

Before she could get depressed again, Feng Lan took over the topic and saved her from sweating: "It's my fault. Jiaojiao just helped me take care of my...brother."

The fourth uncle snorted, "Who said it's not your fault? Xiaojiao lives in the village, how could we not know what kind of personality she has?"

There aren't many migrant workers in the village, and it's impossible for all the people in the village to be good. There are always some stubborn ones who will say something nonsense when they see a man and a woman walking together. But if this young man didn't follow Xiaojiao all day, would the rumors still spread?

It’s all this brat’s fault (shocked voice)!

The fourth uncle began to interrogate Feng Lan at a speeding pace, asking him where his hometown was, how many people were in his family, where he went to school, and where he was going to work after graduation. He wanted to tell him everything!

Feng Lan: “…”

It was the mountain god's turn to sweat profusely...

Fortunately, Aunt Jane felt that we should leave some leeway for young people. After all, isn’t youth the most beautiful when you haven’t broken the boundaries between friends?

Someone with experience stopped the fourth uncle and said, "It's not too late to ask about these things when you get married."

Feng Lan: “…”

Yu Jiao ate a piece of cake silently, her head buzzing. Aunt, you didn't let us go either!

By the time she had finally finished eating the cake and drinking the tea, and sent off the elders who had discussed what to plant in the fields next season and how many people to come to help, Yu Jiao was already numb. The impact of the dream from a thousand years ago did not exist. She had completely accepted herself a thousand years ago!

She sent the people away, even looking up at the profile of the person next to her, and asked in a very calm manner: "...Is my sister buried?"

Feng Lan: “…Buried.”

After the mountain god's consciousness was reborn, he rubbed his sapling with nostalgia. While looking for his own resting place, he saw a dilapidated house in the place he liked and a dried corpse covered with a quilt, who seemed to be sleeping. He waved his hand to split the ground, so that the corpse could be buried together with his blood-related relatives.

In the end, the only one who couldn't sleep peacefully was the little priest of the dragon cub.

The mountain god sighed quietly, looked at the little believer running briskly towards the silent cat, then relaxed his brows and followed.

"778!!!"

Catching the cat that had run away and flipped the plate, Yu Jiao cried out in horror, "How much did you eat? Your stomach is bloated!"

“I didn’t eat…I didn’t eat a single bite…Wow wow wow!”

778 Maoyan, who was inexplicably sent back to the main system space to upgrade data and didn't even catch the last bite of the millet cake, burst into tears.

Damn capitalists!

It wants to eat millet cakes, small, rice, cakes——!

……

When the full edited version of "Return to the Fields!" was quickly served, Yu Jiao was making millet cakes for 778, and Feng Lan was helping her.

778 squatted on the kitchen counter, wagging his tail, and asked them: [Do you want to watch it now? ]

Yu Jiao: “No!”

Feng Lan: “No need…”

778 was confused and muttered, "Meow, meow, meow?"

Isolate it?

Yu Jiao took the beaten egg white from Feng Lan, and looked at the mountain god who had not yet digested the fact that she had been a crybaby, and thought at the same time:

What if eating melons and watching the show turns into eating your own melons...

The male adults who enthusiastically invited the boss to contribute some clicks were met with a perfunctory response from the boss.

Fortunately, the edited version of "Return to the Fields!" was a huge success and did not fail due to a lack of clicks.

Overnight, twenty hardworking, fit, and simple, beautiful boys became the hottest search topics.

Naturally, it also squeezed out other hot search nail households.

Click.

The slender white fingers tapped lightly, turning off the phone screen.

"The entertainment industry has received a star from the sky, the most authentic reality show, and those who work hard will be rewarded..."

"Purple, micro, star?"