The fake daughter is bound to the mountain king system

Li Hua was at a loss and hurriedly asked the driver to change direction, but a thin white hand held his shoulder.

"Your grandfather's address?"

"Ah?" Li Hua didn't know why Yu Jiao wanted the address, but he still gave it quickly, "...Sister, I have to rush home now. If you want to be my guest, wait until next time. Woo woo woo grandpa!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help crying when he thought about his grandfather who loved him the most was about to pass away.

Yu Jiao: "...Wait, don't cry yet!"

She waved the ginseng in her hand in front of Li Hua, "See? This is a miracle drug." Although it is a miracle drug specifically for curing cancer, the basic function of ginseng is to prolong life and keep people alive. "You drive first. If you receive news from home in half an hour that your grandfather has improved, go ahead and offer your treasure."

Seeing that Li Hua still looked sad and confused, Yu Jiao knew that the child would not listen, so she simply told the driver.

The driver didn't know if he was also reminded by the Li family, but he agreed straightforwardly: "I will remind the young master."

Yu Jiao: “… Yeah.”

778 complained for her in her mind: [At the foot of the Forbidden City, a random flower pot falling down could kill a bunch of young masters. ]

After Yu Jiao quickly returned to the antique shop and told her two brothers not to come in, she occupied Yu Nian's room openly and slammed the door shut.

Yu Nian sighed: "Our seventh sister is becoming less and less polite to her brother!"

Lin Zui: "...After all, your brother has never been polite."

Of course the sharp-eyed and sharp-eared girl heard the complaint. She blushed and pursed her lips as she glanced at the door. After all, business was more important.

Yu Jiao held out the little Fenglan snake and put her hands together: "Fenglan~"

Feng Lan: “…I have no strength left. I really have no strength left.”

Yu Jiao quickly rummaged in her pocket and took out a few mushrooms like a magic pocket. "I know, so the most powerful mountain god, will you accept the offerings from the believers first?"

Feng Lan: “…”

When did she pick the mushrooms? Wasn't she being chased by Zhu Jiuyin the whole time?

[It was me who reminded you! Lord Mountain God! ]

778 said proudly: [While you were being carried around by Zhu Jiuyin, I marked out the magical mushrooms that matured along the way for the host~]

They are the colorful luminous mushrooms that absorb the remaining divine power of the dead Zhu Jiuyin and grow a little bit every few months~

Feng Lan said speechlessly: "...Thank you."

Speaking of Zhu Jiuyin, Yu Jiao hesitated for a while, and even took out the Zhu Jiuyin bracelet from her backpack, placed it on the small table and said devoutly: "I offer them all to you, is it enough for a round trip?"

It's already 'you', as a mountain god, how can you say it's not enough?

Feng Lan closed his eyes: "...Enough."

After a pause, he quickly said, "Zhu Jiuyin, take it away."... I don't want to eat this kind of thing.

Yu Jiao held her chin up and watched the little snake eating, while thinking about the route she would take later.

...and what if the weak, pitiful and helpless mountain god can't comfort her =v=

Meeting Li Hua and deciding to exchange the real chicken blood stone sculpture for the fake one was accidental, but now they speculated that it was because the Li family was indirectly confronted with the Luo family that caused everything, coupled with the inexplicable luck value of the second and third brothers -18...

Helping Li Hua is not only a simple task, but also for the brothers and relatives and friends who may not be in the same situation.

Yu Jiao doesn't intend to give up halfway.

It's just too much trouble for Feng Lan...

Yu Jiao touched the little snake's head lovingly. It looked really delicious to see such a small mouth eating one dark green fluorescent mushroom at a time.

Wait, Yu Jiao was puzzled: "There are only three of us here, Feng Lan, why don't you turn into a wolf or a human?"

Feng Lan: “…” Yes.

……

The mountain god in the form of a monster snake was indeed a little silly. While people in Beijing were working hard to chew mushrooms, far away in a private sanatorium in Xijing, Li Xingfeng, the head of the Li family, who had just hung up the phone, had a heavy expression on his face, and the domineering boss who usually did not show his emotions was now heartbroken.

"Dad, please hold on a little longer, please..."

He held the old man's wrinkled, skinny hand, "Xiaohua is on his way back, you can at least..." His throat was choked with sobs, and he could hardly speak, but he still gritted his teeth and continued, "At least see Xiaohua for the last time?"

The old man lay on the intensive care bed, his lungs trembling with difficulty with every breath, revealing the decline of his body.

He was already unable to speak, but he was obviously touched by his son's words. As if he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his skinny hands barely clenched his son's hands, and his mouth with the breathing mask moved: "..."

Li Xingfeng's heart tightened: "Dad, what did you say?"

The old man's eyes bulged out: "... Jiu, Jiulong... I... am sorry... to my ancestors..."

He is too embarrassed to go down and meet his ancestors!

He was rich when he was young, but he didn't have much brains and became a prodigal son. He got married but didn't have a career, and fell into the trap of others.

Seeing his wife's resentment before her death and his ignorant son's helplessness, he finally came to his senses!

The Nine Dragon Jade Cup, the last ancestral inheritance that he was unwilling to let go of, became the last sum of money. He barely paid off his debts and used it to raise his son. However, he was still that playboy with no ability. Now, this huge family business was the glory of his ancestors restored by his son after he grew up.

He was too embarrassed to ask his son to help him find his ancestral property, but he was also unwilling to die like this...

But his unwillingness was useless and only accelerated the arrival of death.

Feeling his father's hand loosen and the electrocardiogram on the bedside gradually stretched into a straight line, Li Xingfeng let out a grief-stricken cry: "Dad——"

"——Wait! Don't die yet!"

A breeze blew in from the closed nursing ward, and a young woman's voice was heard with a slight hurry. Before Li Xingfeng could react, a strange girl who seemed to have dropped from the sky was already standing at the head of the bed. With a click, she pulled off the old man's breathing mask!

Li Xingfeng:!

The old man also:!

The old man, whose mouth was stuffed with ginseng crumbs, swallowed subconsciously. The strong smell of ginseng filled his mouth and nose. His various ailments and the old man's decaying organs suddenly recovered, and the old man was filled with blood and energy.

Not to mention that the most serious gastric cancer requires targeted treatment. The old man trembled and grabbed his son's hand: "Hurry, hurry..."

Li Xingfeng was too shocked to react. He just felt that his father was so angry at the rude girl who barged in that he had a sudden burst of anger. He said angrily, "Dad! I'll kick her out right now!"

"Give me a bowl of porridge quickly—" the old man shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm starving to death!"

Li Xingfeng: “…”

After making a big mistake, Li Xingfeng, who had arranged for health porridge for his old father, apologized repeatedly: "Ms. Yu, I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize you..."

Or he tried to find a photo of Yu Jiao, but no one at Panjiayuan dared to take it, and his hacker connections were unable to find out her identity. He could only rely on her name and Yu Nian, an old hand at Panjiayuan who had a lot of information, and told his son to trust her.

778, who hides his merits and fame: Hehe~

Yu Jiao was forced to accept the businessman's endless politeness. When Feng Lan's little snake in her pocket finally recovered, she interrupted him firmly: "I have other plans. Bye."

As soon as the voice fell, the 778 in my head made a sharp explosion: [It's over, host! The flight to Antarctica has been cancelled! ]