The fake daughter is bound to the mountain king system

Thanks to Yang Miemie, whose tender meat was able to control Liang Lingchuan for an hour.

After taking the last blow, Yu Jiao leaned on the machete with one hand and looked up at her masterpiece.

She said with great pride: "I, I'm so awesome!"

What a huge wooden sculpture, a three-meter-high statue of a mountain god!

Although due to the urgency of the time, even with Yu Jiao's explosive hand speed, she could only roughly carve out the general image, without having time to refine it——

Refers to the drifting hair and clothes of the mountain god, and the horns and scales of the coiled dragon.

But its majesty is awe-inspiring and its charm is obvious.

One can tell at a glance the sculptor's devout faith... and his obsession with looks.

The facial features are the most refined.

Feng Lan looked up, a little speechless, and asked after a while: "...Why is the face carved?"

Yu Jiao answered without hesitation: "Because it looks good!"

After lignification, the heartwood of Commelina is a very light wood color, and its texture is close to that of Hetian jade. Yu Jiao fell in love with it when she uncovered the heartwood.

What a family!

When Yu Jiao was a child, she had no toys and no one to play with her, not even her parents. Her only hobby was to make clay figures by the river.

Later, she went to Huating and learned some carving techniques, but her daily pocket money was not enough to buy her any good materials.

Occasionally, Luo Jue would bring a bunch of "friends" to plunder like zombies crossing a border, and would laugh at her little wooden man, saying that he was as ugly as she was.

The only skill she had could no longer bring her happiness, and it continued to waste time like this.

However, when making a small golden statue for Feng Lan, looking at the beautiful golden statue, Yu Jiao suddenly realized that she still had a hobby.

The only weak little flower that bloomed in her impoverished childhood turned out to be her favorite.

The heart of Commelina is such a beautiful material, Yu Jiao subconsciously matched it with her design draft that had been optimized several times. It was basically the familiar Panlong statue. 778 was responsible for projecting the line draft, while the cutting machine, electric saw and machete took care of the work.

As for the face...

When the dream of the previous life was about to end, perhaps because the blood of the two people merged together, Yu Jiao, a thousand years later, felt the emotions and thoughts of the little monster snake in the dream:

Anger and inferiority, unwillingness and begging.

Why did the mountain wither? Why did it take the sacrifice of a priest to save it and to make the mountain god a god?

And why can’t the one who becomes a god be a priest?

The memory of Jiao's body was lost when he became a god, leaving only a faint obsession that lingered for thousands of years. Until he met his priest again, he was still dissatisfied.

but.

Feng Lan is a very qualified mountain god! Yu Jiao thought confidently that no matter it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, he was carefully selected by the priests.

Even the silly big tiger could tell Feng Lan was a great god at first sight!

She's going to carve her face!

"..."

When Yu Jiao felt shy about her girlish feelings, Feng Lan always accepted and confessed his dependence on and indulgence of believers.

But when Yu Jiao's heart was pounding and she had no time to be shy, and both her work and her unthinking answers showed her straightforward joy, Feng Lan subconsciously became flustered.

Although he was using the human form of a demigod, it seemed as if he was in a completely human form, and his heart began to beat wildly.

thump!

thump!

It dances so loudly.

The mountain god had read the reply in a panic, "Really? I think you're pretty, too."

believer:"……"

The believers immediately panicked: "Ahhh, don't say that!"

778, the only onlooker: "..."

Teenagers have no hormones in their system and cannot feel dopamine.

But watching the host's mood index on the mini program I made rise to a high point, I couldn't help but sigh:

The love story between the host and the mountain god is completely different from the ups and downs in the books that it has studied hard!

Could this be the first love of these little ones? Excluding the dormant period, Feng Lan's mental age was determined by 778 to be the same age as the host.

Tsk tsk.

778 felt that he was a tolerant young leader, and should have just watched with tears in his eyes, but the reality made it impossible for him to remain silent: [Host, Liang Lingchuan has seconds to reach the battlefield! ]

Perhaps because he was too eager to see with his own eyes the miserable state of the person who stole his things, Liang Lingchuan arrived at the data even faster than 778's calculations.

In just twenty-seven seconds, Liang Lingchuan arrived at the battlefield.

At first glance, he looked at the three-meter-tall statue.

The second time he looked at the scraps that fell on the ground.

The third time, he looked at Yu Jiao—the face in the file he had just seen an hour ago. Finally, he uttered one word: "...You!"

you what you.

It's you who made me pay compensation to the main system for a helicopter?

Heartbroken about the small amount of money that was about to be deducted, Yu Jiao pretended not to hear it. She leaned over and greeted Aunt Zhen, Uncle Si and several villagers who came a little slower. She spread her hands and smiled shyly: "Look, the mountain god statue!"

"……Wow!"

The villagers immediately rushed over and marveled at the sight.

Amidst all the praise, Liang Lingchuan, who had just figured out what was going on and felt that he was being completely ignored, felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest and he almost vomited it!

This vicious fake who had occupied Yaoyao's family for eighteen years was actually not harmed at all!

And he was actually late! He wanted to carve an elf cabin as a gift for the elf-like Yaoyao, but even the thousand-year-old tree that he had searched through several channels to find was gone now! It was carved into this ugly shape!

"…Who are you calling ugly?"

A young male voice with a hint of indifference and silence sounded in his ears. Liang Lingchuan looked up suddenly and met a pair of dark green eyes, and then a face that looked like a statue of a god.

"scare!"

Feng Lan's glance frightened Liang Lingchuan so much that he took three steps back, but the villagers who were surrounding him and praising Yu Jiao were unaware of anything.

They couldn't even see the statue's facial features clearly, otherwise they would have definitely noticed that the statue looked exactly like Jiaojiao's classmate. Only a few people at the scene could see the true face that could be associated with the god.

Now Liang Lingchuan can not only see clearly, but also dares to say that he is ugly...

The mountain god, who loves being praised for his good looks by his believers, narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling offended.

After taking a closer look at the playboy-looking human in front of him and seeing through his first half of life, Feng Lan felt a sense of familiarity... The youngest son of the Luo family, whose soul had been taken away by the ghost car bird, seemed to have such a bad character and terrible luck.

This familiarity made him look at Liang Lingchuan again.

Feng Lan is a solitary mountain god, and he doesn't know whether other mountain gods will judge rewards and punishments.

But he who was happy to let the ghost car bird build a nest on his tree and linger there was naturally happy to be in charge of rewards and punishments. He was just a little lazy, and was willing to move a finger only when the evil man danced in front of him - well, of course, there was also the factor that this person dared to say he was ugly.

Thus dreams are planted deep in the human soul.

Just wait until the middle of the night when you wake up in a dream, and you will experience the experiences of harming and insulting others yourself.

But the owner was still unaware and was just angry that he was scared by a non-mainstream looking pretty boy.

Liang Lingchuan narrowed his eyes, raised his chin and said, "Mr. Yuan, the customs here don't seem to be very friendly. They are so unfriendly to investors. I find it hard to believe that Liang's project can be successfully completed here... Ha, is there anyone who goes to the construction site to steal materials?"

The obvious threats and speculations were like a bucket of cold water, poured over the group of people who were eager to touch the mountain god statue.

Everyone: "..."

Everyone did not hear the mountain god's question directed at only one person, but only heard Liang Lingchuan muttering that the statue was ugly. They were not very happy in their hearts, but they did not curse back for the time being.

Some villagers didn't know who Liang Lingchuan was, but seeing that he was surrounded by bodyguards, they knew he must be a rich man. They just looked at the fourth uncle and Aunt Zhen who brought him here: What are you talking about? Fourth uncle, Zhenzhen?

Zhenzhen: “…”

Aunt Zhen embraced Yu Jiao and asked everyone to discuss the opening ceremony and whether to repair the temple with Uncle Si. As for Liang Lingchuan? Oh, isn't this her eldest nephew's job? Let him entertain himself. He dislikes us, but he didn't say it to us. Just treat him as if he doesn't exist!

I just cursed in my heart: What kind of person is this? He eats with the bowl in his hand and curses his mother when he puts the bowl down.

She was so happy eating mutton just now. Jiaojiao sold the sheep for her sake! It is said that one should remember the well digger when drinking water. What a fellow. Now you are eating mutton and you are scolding the sheep farmer?

Nephew: “…”

Receptionist Yuan was also wiping his sweat at this moment. It was difficult to receive investors, and it was even more difficult to receive the second generation of investors.

After seeing the wood, he finally understood why the young master came to this small place of Shoushan Village for inspection. It seemed that he could not wait for the villagers to turn around and go back, so he had to come and rob it himself.

But if you want something, you should either raise the price or negotiate properly. Why are you making threats overtly or covertly now that there's no hope of getting it?

It’s not authentic. It’s really not authentic.

Liang Lingchuan didn't know that he had angered the public. He was used to having everything go his way, so he wasn't alert when things didn't go his way.

Seeing that receptionist Yuan didn't say anything, he glanced at her and said, "Huh?"

"...Mr. Liang, when we contacted them, we targeted the suburbs."

The receptionist Yuan gently reminded: "Our people are simple and hospitable. The mutton stew you just had, Mr. Liang, was raised by this villager and cooked by her brother."

I came here on short notice and had eaten quite a bit, so why would I steal materials from your construction site?

Liang Lingchuan: “…”

Liang Lingchuan felt like there was something stuck in his throat for a moment. Such delicious mutton was actually raised by that fake?

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the receptionist Yuan, who seemed not as respectful as at the beginning. Thinking that his grandfather wanted to establish good relations with Shan City, he finally swallowed his anger.

He just raised his hand and pointed at Feng Lan: "Just wait for me!"

Feng Lan:?

Did I give you face?

"——Ouch!"

The mountain god frowned slightly, and Liang Lingchuan's fingers were forced to twist into a knot as if they were cramped. He held his hands and cried out in pain.

Under the surprised gazes of the crowd, Liang Lingchuan, who had suffered a loss, finally remembered something: Yaoyao's father seemed to have said that this fake thing was a bit weird and very unlucky - very unlucky for the Luo family!

Now doesn’t it seem weird?

...Hehe, but does this also mean that he and Yaoyao are born to be a family?

Liang Lingchuan was angry and scared at the same time, and couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. He roared at the bodyguard angrily: "Why don't you send me to the hospital?!"

Then he said coldly to receptionist Yuan, "I feel unwell all of a sudden. It may be because I ate something unclean. Let's talk about the investment after I get better!"

Unfortunately, his fingers were cramping and his face was distorted with pain, so his momentum was much weaker when he said this.

Receptionist Yuan: "...Okay, Mr. Liang, please think about it carefully."

Well, no wonder the leader said it’s hard to get this money.

When Liang Lingchuan finished his harsh words and was escorted away by the bodyguards, Yu Jiao, who was surrounded by the aunts protecting her child, struggled to stretch out a hand.

Help!

The familiar warmth gripped her wrist, and Yu Jiao was pulled out of the crowd by an irresistible force. Without saying anything else, she took a few deep breaths: "... That was a close call."

Almost suffocated to death.

Yu Jiao has grown to a height of 168 cm. The aunts who grew up in this small village with poor nutrition cannot stop her.

But they could see Liang Lingchuan's ill will towards Yu Jiao, so they hugged the girl who was taller than them into their arms, held her head and talked excitedly, just because they didn't want the little girls in their village to face the malice.

Yu Jiao took a deep breath and turned around to meet the teasing and a little embarrassed gazes of the aunts: "Jiao Jiao, are you okay?"

Yu Jiao: "It's okay, thank you aunts~"

After viewing the statue of the mountain god, the aunts enthusiastically discussed where to build the temple, and then went home to tell their families.

The matter of the mountain temple is a big deal, we need to arrange a time for everyone to discuss it together.

The statue still needed to be refined. Yu Jiao touched her belly and felt that she could stay there for a while. She quickly moved the ladder to carve the dragon scales. Feng Lan slowly handed her the tools.

778's cat bionic body had a meal at his second brother's place, strolled over, circled the ladder twice, and chose to squat on the spot.

The big cat Tuanzi's ears twitched, his eyes rolled, and he chatted with Yu Jiao: [Host, I just checked Liang Lingchuan's past and found that he was the most handsome man in the circle from kindergarten to studying abroad! ]

"Who? The Liang Lingchuan just now?"

Yu Jiao was shocked, "The most handsome man?"

Liang Lingchuan has a scumbag face. As we all know, a scumbag is not necessarily a handsome guy, but a scumbag face is definitely a handsome face.

It’s just that Yu Jiao was used to judging the person first and then the matter, so she naturally disliked Liang Lingchuan and didn’t pay much attention to Liang Lingchuan’s appearance.

778 affirmed: [Yes, yes, there is an 87% chance that he will be the male lead paired with Luo Yaoyao. Of course the male lead has to be handsome.]

"What's so handsome about it?"

778 was about to introduce how Liang Lingchuan was like the male lead, but Feng Lan sneered, "Thin lips, narrow eyebrows, pointed nose, rebellious cheeks and three white eyes, but he is nothing but a heartless and dissolute person."

It was the first time that Yu Jiao saw Feng Lan comment on someone else's appearance so impolitely... No, it should be said that Feng Lan was simply too lazy to comment on other people's appearance.

She couldn't help but look down at him several times in surprise.

Well, it wasn't swapped.

Feng Lan: “…”

Feng Lan was annoyed by being stared at, and said coldly, "Why, you think he's good-looking?!"

Yu Jiao: “…”

778:"……"

Yu Jiao looked away and exchanged a glance with the big cat Tuanzi. The two leaders covered their mouths with their paws at the same time: "Puchi!"

Feng Lan: ???

He instantly understood that these two were teasing him!

Feng Lan angrily shouted: "You are the opposite of Tian Gang!!!"

Which believer would tease the gods?

Yu Jiao: "Hahaha, stop shaking the ladder. You're prettier, of course you're ten thousand times prettier than him!"

778: “Meow meow meow!” Don’t mute me!

“Feng Lan ahhahahahaha!”

The courtyard of Shoushan Village was filled with laughter. Liang Lingchuan left angrily, getting angrier and angrier. He dialed a number: "Check the man next to the fake... the one who doesn't look like a human."

"What? Haha, it's cold, let him go bankrupt!"