The fake daughter is bound to the mountain king system

Although the mountain god promised to let the young believers "see" the scenery, for a farmer with a large family business, a spontaneous trip is still not possible.

Yu Jiao: "First, we need to entrust the farm work to our helpers, and secondly, we need to collect some mountain products for daily tasks..."

778 cried: [Ahhh, I'm almost done with those daily mountain goods. I'm going to apply for a reset... I don't know if my points will be deducted by some unscrupulous boss - No, this is a business trip, and my points cannot be deducted by an unscrupulous boss! ]

Yu Jiao: "Hey, it's natural to call the main system the boss."

It is impossible for the main system to come here without leaving any traces.

Yu Jiao was unaware of the situation in his dream at that time, but Feng Lan never hesitated to tell his believers (unless he himself didn't understand it either). He told Yu Jiao in detail about the Riddler incident in which the main system came and sent him into a dream and then disappeared without solving any problems.

Therefore, 778 naturally knew that his share of millet cake was not eaten by the mountain god!

Feng Lan: "I checked online. Going to Antarctica requires a transfer, and there are only fixed routes." The country bumpkin Shan Shen is relatively familiar with the mountains and rivers in China, but he can only rely on surfing the Internet for foreign countries. "Is it the polar night recently?"

"Yeah, we want to shoot from polar night to polar day. We want that kind of shocking effect."

【Ahhh, the time is very urgent! 】

The three of them were chattering about the details of the upcoming journey. Occasionally, pop-up windows would pop up on their phones about some unfounded incidents like the Luo family openly or secretly slashing Yu Jiao's elders or making her grandparents angry to death, but they would swipe them away with an expressionless face.

Fake news can’t really bring you depression, otherwise you’ll be at a loss, right?

As for those excessive speculations, 778 will directly send them to the relevant departments that have been boosted recently to check whether they have been paid for their work.

The two people and the cat slowly and hurriedly walked to the hut in the field.

Under the blank stares of the twenty young men with sad faces, he pulled a chair and a table, sat down, and assumed the posture of an old Chinese doctor treating patients: "Get in line, come here."

19+1 instinctively lined up obediently. Chen Sirui, who was the first in line, subconsciously put his hands on the table before he remembered to ask.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Um……"

Yu Jiao also subconsciously imitated the old Chinese doctor and touched his non-existent beard, while extending his other hand to feel the pulse.

As a result, I touched a very familiar hand, which was warm and cool but as white as jade.

Yu Jiao:?

Feng Lan held Yu Jiao with one hand, and with the other hand, he placed a thin slice of ginseng into Chen Sirui's palm with a bit of disdain: "Eat it."

Chen Sirui:?

Yu Jiao coughed lightly, withdrew her hand and nodded.

"Listen to Feng Lan."

Chen Sirui ate it in a daze, and Yu Jiao waved her hand.

"next."

Everyone: I understand. It’s the same process as when renewing the contract!

Zhong Xiao took the initiative to step forward and pushed Chen Sirui aside: "Boss, I want to eat what you peeled yourself."

Feng Lan: “…”

Yu Jiao had no objection and was eager to try, so she rummaged in Feng Lan's pocket. In fact, she took out the small knife she used to carve statues from the breeding base.

The hand holding the knife left an afterimage, and a piece of ginseng slice as thin as a cicada's wing flew in an arc in the air, and then with a snap!

It fell into Zhong Xiao's stunned open mouth.

other people:! ! !

Wow, that seems like fun!

The living room of the field hut, which was specially cleared out for daily live broadcasts and vegetable sales, suddenly seemed like twenty huskies had moved in, making a lot of noise and joy.

One throws and the other catches, how can it not be considered a Husky...

The mountain god was too lazy to even look at them. He just waited by the side with his hands in his pockets, waiting for them to finish eating the ginseng slices before "taking a look" at them all at once.

In such a joyous atmosphere, Qi Yaoxing, who was standing at the end of the line, glanced at the handsome guy behind Yu Jiao, then looked at the girl whose cold face rarely showed a hint of laughter in their noise, and silently twisted his body...

The eldest sister has clarified that she has nothing to do with this classmate, and the child is just the classmate's younger brother, so...

Then he...

Qi Yaoxing sat on the chair opposite Yu Jiao, watching her peeling ginseng slices and the slender and powerful lines of her arms. He felt that he had never seen a girl like the boss before.

Wow, she is so beautiful.

That kind of healthy, full of vitality, not happy with things or sad with oneself temperament~

"Hey!!! Boss! My nose is bleeding!!!"

Chen Sirui's sudden shout drew everyone's attention to him, and Yu Jiao was no exception: "Ah, really..."

Chen Sirui used his hand to catch the blood dripping from his nose. Before he could say anything, he heard Zhong Xiao also scream.

"Boss, I have a nosebleed too!"

"Hey, I too..."

The young and strong athletes who had eaten the ginseng slices were bleeding one after another. Yu Jiao was shocked and looked at Feng Lan inquiringly.

Feng Lan was silent for a while, "...I overdid it."

"Hey, Yaoxing, you haven't eaten yet, right?"

In order to stop his nosebleed, Qi Yuanqi lay down and looked at the ceiling. He saw his weak cousin from the Film and Television Academy and wondered, "Why are you bleeding from your nose too?"

Qi Yaoxing: “…”

Feeling the sudden sharp death gaze from the cold handsome guy, Qi Yaoxing, who was sitting opposite Yu Jiao and hadn't moved his eyes away, silently covered his nose and looked up at the sky, "I, I'm getting angry..."

You can also eat ginseng slices when you have a sore throat.

After Yu Jiao peeled the last piece of ginseng, she saw Qi Yaoxing's bloody face and hesitated for a while before putting it next to him: "Eat it."

After everyone finished eating, it was Feng Lan's turn to work.

Yu Jiao pulled 778 chairs back and whispered, "...Although I know that eating some ginseng slices is to establish a connection with the mountain god and become a temporary mountain dweller, this connection is too tragic."

778: [I know! This is called blood flowing! ]

As expected, the chattering of the man and the cat earned a speechless look from the mountain god. Yu Jiao silently made a zipper gesture on her mouth.

"Okay, let's go."

"……Why."

Yu Jiao came forward holding the cat, "So fast?"

Feng Lan: "Or not?"

Well, Yu Jiao said hello to Chen Sirui and told them that there would be no accidents in the live broadcast later, and then hurriedly left with Feng Lan and Mao, preparing to rush to the capital first and then fly to Antarctica.

Antarctic cod! Here she comes!

The male college students in the hut in the field watched the two people and the cat leave, their faces covered with red marks from the blood they had just wiped clean.

Chen Sirui pondered: "So, the boss's classmate, can't it be that person..."

Qi Yuanqi: "Which one?"

Zhong Xiao: "I know! Master, am I right? Come on, come on, check the number of people in the live broadcast room?"

A group of people looked at each other, ready to pounce on the mobile phone that was live streaming like hungry wolves, but Qi Yaoxing got the upper hand by being close to the water tower, and turned around to take a look: "... Wait."

"What's going on!"

"Still no reflux? This ghost is so fierce, can't the boss and his master friend handle it?"

"Hey, as a ghost hunting anchor, please stop trembling like that, okay?"

"...No." Qi Yaoxing looked at the violent words on the screen, sad and speechless, "Have you forgotten? Just before the boss came, we were testing whether we could let new people into the live broadcast room..."

and so.

The whole broadcast room is.

Open.

[Pass it on, "Field" is really evil! ]