Su Caicai wrapped herself tightly into a meat dumpling with a thin quilt, poured it onto a white and soft animal blanket, and lay on the corpse.

Soon, someone gently pulled the quilt above her head.

Su Caicai gritted her teeth and lay on the blanket, sticking her butt out, and groaning and clumping the quilt on her body tighter, leaving no gap at all.

Through the thin quilt, a very light and thin chuck came from it.

"Su'er, what are you doing?"

Su Caicai didn't say anything, feeling both ashamed and regretful.

The heart is pounding.

Why did he help him do such shameful and dirty things just now like a ghost-loving person?

Beauty is abusive.

Su Caicai was heartbroken.

Gong Jiu laughed again, his voice full of joy, and he seemed to be in a good mood: "If you like to stay in the quilt, then stay there."

Su Caicai had just breathed a sigh of relief, and she felt her buttocks suddenly tighten.

The monster actually kneaded her butt through the quilt.

The force is uniform, the movement is lingering, and the speed is**.

The gentle and clever hands slid towards increasingly desolate places.

It's simply crazy.

Su Caicai's heart trembled, and her sensitive body, who had just been stimulated, immediately reacted. A hot stream surged in her lower abdomen, and her breathing became heavy. She bit her lower lip, and her toes were so ashamed that she curled up tightly, making her numb.

The body seems a little strange.

Perhaps because of the reason why the marrow washing pool water has been washed and purified, the body has become extremely sensitive.

Su Caicai gritted her teeth and started to move her hips under the quilt, trying to move her buttocks below and avoid Gong Jiu's evil hands. Her naked skin was rubbing in the delicate and smooth silk quilt, and she felt a strange feeling of comfort, which was so comfortable that it was sighing.

I just changed my lying position to lie down. When my body cooled down, my thin quilt was suddenly lifted up and the cold wind blew in.

"Catch you, Su'er..." His pleasant voice was like a mountain spring, with a gentle smile.

In front of me is a strange beauty face.

The eyes are like lacquer dots, the bright moonlight flowing, and the smile is full of smiles.

Su Caicai looked at him blankly, as if he was dumbfounded.

Gong Jiu's smile gradually disappeared. He touched his face and suddenly realized something. His red lips curled slightly. He glanced at Su Caicai and said coquettishly: "If you change your master, you won't recognize him? You really have no eyes!"

Su Caicai was stunned. She naturally knew that this person was Gong Jiu. His voice did not change, but she suddenly began to hesitate.

Now Gong Jiu has changed her skin. This beauty has a phoenix-eyed and peach cheek, a cherry mouth, a smile like the spring breeze, and her eyes are provocative and charming. Although she is not as beautiful as her previous face, she is also a bright and charming beauty.

These are all fake.

Whether it is the beauty skin that made her confused in the marrow washing pool just now, or the beauty skin that is now smiling charmingly, they are all fake, neither of them are Gong Jiu.

Su Caicai suddenly felt very disappointed for some reason, and seemed a little unwilling to accept it.

The germination of the emotions that had just sprouted out little by little.

When Gong Jiu saw Su Caicai showing this listless expression, the originally bright smile on his face also disappeared. Gong Jiu touched his face thoughtfully, pursed his lips, and said unhappily: "Su'er doesn't like being a teacher's skin now?"

Su Caicai didn't say anything.

Gong Jiu just thought Su Caicai had made accusation and hummed dissatisfiedly: "There is no way to not like it. The skin was stained by you just now, so I can only change this outfit for the time being. Moreover, the skin has been worn by the teacher for decades, and many of the makeup on the skin have begun to fall off and fade. You have to soak it in the medicine soup again and then put it on before you can wear it."

Su Caicai's body began to become weak.

Gong Jiu glanced at Su Caicai and suddenly said, "If you really don't like it, then follow me to the cave over there to pick a dress you like. Wouldn't it be enough to change my teacher? Isn't it a shameful expression? This expression is not adorable at all."

After saying that, he wrapped Su Caicai in a thin quilt and picked it up around his waist. A few phantoms disappeared into this cave filled with warm mist.

When Su Caicai opened her eyes again, there was another cave in front of her.

However, the temperature here is extremely low. Thick black ice is formed in the inner wall of the cave, surrounded by cold mist, and there is a group of colorful ice sculptures standing around. There is also a foggy ice pool in the distance. The cold air is too heavy. Su Caicai shivered hard in the quilt. Gong Jiu hugged Su Caicai a little, took her to an ice sculpture on the left side of the cave, and asked softly: "How is this beauty bag?"

There is an ice man in front of me.

She closed her eyes and was naked, with a light layer of ice attached to her skin. From a distance, she looked like an ice sculpture.

Su Caicai took a breath.

Looking around, she noticed that the group of ice sculptures she had always thought was actually composed of ice men.

What did Gong Jiu just say? Is this a beauty bag?

Su Caicai opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

Gong Jiu explained: "These are all beauty bags after applying makeup and applying face. After thawing, they can be worn directly. How about it? Does it look like a real person is frozen? But in fact, their bodies are not filled with flesh and blood, but ice..."

As if he wanted to prove what he was talking, Gong Jiu flipped his right hand, his fingertips glowed with golden light, and he pointed to an ice man's forehead. The transparent ice layer on the ice man's skin gradually melted, and began to collapse from his head to his body, like a flower withered. The whole ice man slowly wilted, from head to toe, and finally fell softly to the ground, turning into a pool of beautiful skin, lifeless.

Gong Jiu took Su Caicai back and signaled her to look at the skin on the ground: "Press up another drying method, and this skin can be worn."

Su Caicai had a pale face, her teeth trembled in fear.

Gong Jiu held Su Caicai and walked past the ice men, as if showing off his authenticity, and said proudly: "These are all beautiful skins collected by the teacher, and they are all peerless beauty. Su'er, you can wear whatever you like, as you like."

It seems like a great gift.

Su Caicai shivered in his arms and couldn't speak.

"It's cold?" Gong Jiu said angrily: "If you let you practice magic well, you won't practice it. Now you know that you can't stand the cold without magic power." That's what you said, but Gong Jiu still put his hand on Su Caicai's back and input a warm current into her body through the quilt.

After a while, I heard Su Caicai's muffled sound.

"What about Yi Zhijun? Is Yi Zhijun the same skin as these?"

Gong Jiu smiled and said, "Of course her skin is not here."

He walked to a ice bucket with Su Caicai in his arms and explained: "The fresh skin has just been peeled off. You have to soak it in the potion for half a month before the skin is stretched and softened before you can put on makeup. After all, the dead skin is dead skin. If you don't use a special paint to apply makeup, it will look like a dead person when you wear it on your body, and it is not beautiful at all. Look, the one soaked in this medicine soup is Yi Zhijun."

The ice bucket was just around Gong Jiu's waist. It was made of an ice bucket made of hollowing out a small pond with a large piece of ice. The ice bucket was filled with black medicine soup, and the medicine soup was covered with cold mist, and there was a beautiful skin floating inside.

Suddenly, a beautiful face poured with medicine appeared from the ups and downs.

It was Yi Zhijun's face.

Su Caicai screamed in fear, and pierced into Gong Jiu's arms, shaking like a sieve.

"Look at your promising prospects, you are as brave as Mi Lier. What's so scary about being a slim?"

Gong Jiu sneered above Su Caicai's head.

Su Caicai trembled and said, "Master, let's leave here..."

Gong Jiu frowned, as if very dissatisfied, but he didn't say much, and just hummed and left the ice cave.

The temperature suddenly became warmer, and the two of them returned to the cave with the marrow washing pool before.

Gong Jiu carefully placed Su Caicai on the huge bluestone next to the marrow washing pool.

Su Caicai dripped into a blanket and quickly rolled into a ball, wrapping herself back into a meat dumpling, trembling.

Gong Jiu looked unhesitant and touched Su Caicai's shrinking back, and snorted: "Is that scary that skin? Isn't this your disciple with you? Why are you scared like this? It's really useless..."

Su Caicai ignored him and was completely immersed in her own fear.

Warm fog is everywhere and water vapor is misty.

Time is silent.

After a long time, Su Caicai asked in a muffled voice under the quilt: "Master, why do you have to wear a beauty bag?"

Gong Jiu was stunned for a moment before whispering: "Didn't your teacher say that? Your teacher likes the feeling of being tightly wrapped by women's flesh."

"Do you like it more than if you like Su'er?" Su Caicai bit her lower lip in the quilt.

Gong Jiu stroked Su Caicai's hands on her back, and her eyes became darker and she didn't say anything.

Su Caicai waited for a while, took a breath, and then whispered: "Master, yes, don't wear Yi Zhijun's skin?"

"Are you afraid of that skin?" Gong Jiu asked.

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, I know Yi Zhijun and see her die in front of me. The skin is hers. Even if she is dead, in my heart, the skin is still hers. When I see that skin, I will think of her. Even if the master wears Yi Zhijun's skin one day, in my heart, Yi Zhijun is still standing in front of me, not the master."

A dark feeling flashed in Gong Jiufeng's eyes, and he pursed his red lips and did not speak.

After a while, he was unwilling to say, "Okay, don't wear it if you don't wear it."

"Then the master shouldn't wear this dress on his body now. Isn't it okay to replace it with the same one he used to?"

"Su Caicai, please stop for your teacher." Gong Jiu got angry.

Su Caicai stopped talking.

My heart began to slowly sink, and Gong Jiu always had a limit on her pampering. If she exceeded that level, she would not get a single point.

Both of them were silent.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Su Caicai was about to fall asleep by the warm fog, Gong Jiu suddenly picked her up with the quilt. Su Caicai immediately woke up, exposed her head, and asked, “Master, where are we going?”
To be continued...