Jing Ying'er bit her lip tightly, and compared with her pale face, her lips were red as if she wanted to donate blood.

"Tell me, what the hell is it?" Jing Yinger didn't want to be passive step by step, so she took the initiative to ask.

One thing she can grasp is that she has the value of using the Miao Jiang Wu Chuchu in front of her, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to great lengths to let people rob the prison of the Heavenly Star Kingdom and bring herself out.

The corners of Wu Chuchu's lips were hooked, looking at Jing Yingying frowning and thinking about something, and sneered in her heart.

Thinking that the woman in front of her named Jing Yinger was indeed a scheming person, otherwise she would not have achieved the position of a concubine from a small maid.

"It's not a purpose, it's just that I want to cooperate with you." Wu Chuchu shrugged his shoulders: "I think you will be interested."

Wu Chuchu has been not explaining like this, but it made Jing Ying'er itch in her heart. No matter how much she guessed in her heart, she couldn't guess what Wu Chuchu wanted to do.

"What cooperation?" Jing Ying'er's eyes fell tightly on Wu Chuchu's body.

Wu Chuchu didn't answer, but asked Jing Ying'er: "You used to be Fu Ruolan's maid, right?"

Hearing Wu Chuchu ask herself like this, Jing Ying'er's already pale face instantly became whiter.

She was insulting herself when she was Wu Chuchu, but what Wu Chuchu said was the truth.

"So what?"

The hatred in Jing Ying'er's eyes was clearly seen by Wu Chuchu, and Wu Chuchu smiled: "The thing we want to cooperate with is to make Fu Ruolan feel painful."

"What do you mean?" Jing Ying'er felt that the woman in front of her was not simple.

"Presumably you also hate Fu Ruolan, if that's the case, then you and I are friends." Wu Chuchu took a sip of tea: "I'm willing to help you get rid of Fu Ruolan."

Jing Ying'er smiled, and didn't take the bait directly: "I'm afraid that you don't want to help me get rid of Fu Ruolan, it's Miss Chuchu, you have a grudge against her, right?"

"If you agree to cooperate, then I'll help you. But if you don't agree, then I'll have to send you back to prison. Wu Chuchu said it easily, but in fact, it is true.

Since she can send someone to rob Jing Ying'er out, she also has the ability to send her back.

Jing Yinger knows very well that her life is not in her hands now, and anyone can easily kill herself.

The Wu Chuchu in front of him wanted to come for the same purpose as herself, Jing Ying'er guessed in her heart. Since this is the case, she can borrow Wu Chuchu's power, and it is not certain who will use whom at that time.

Jing Ying'er smiled, and her tough attitude just now obviously turned into a flattering meaning: "If you can get rid of Fu Ruolan, you are naturally willing."

As she spoke, she paused, her eyes rolling in her sockets: "I just don't know what kind of method Miss Chu Chu is going to use?"

Jing Ying'er wanted to ask Wu Chuchu exactly what she wanted to do, and her intuition told Jing Ying'er that things might not be so simple.

Wu Chuchu wanted to use herself, but Jing Yinger didn't know where she still had any value to use.

"I want you to use your new identity to get close to Fu Ruolan to take revenge, as long as Fu Ruolan is in pain, I will do whatever you want to toss her when the time comes." Wu Chuchu stared at Jing Ying'er with straight eyes: "How is it?" Intrigued? ”

"When the time comes, you can really turn over and trample Fu Ruolan under your feet." Wu Chuchu induced step by step: "When the time comes, no one will remember that you used to be Fu Ruolan's maid, right?"

For a long time, the fact that she used to be Fu Ruolan's maid has been a stalk in Jing Yinger's heart.

No matter how high her status is, Fu Ruolan will always remind herself that she was once her maid.

Wu Chuchu's words undoubtedly hit Jing Ying'er's sore spot, and she bit her lip fiercely: "Okay, I promise you, I promise to cooperate with you."

Hearing Jing Ying'er's agreement, Wu Chuchu's eyes lit up. She knew that there was no problem, this Jing Ying'er hated Fu Ruolan as much as she did.

"What do you need me to do, you can just make it clear at one time, don't grind." Jing Yinger is ready to pay the price, she knows very well that there is nothing in this world that is not earned for nothing.

Wu Chuchu nodded with satisfaction, then she clapped her hands, and a gray-haired old man walked in.

"As I said just now, I'm going to give you a new identity." Wu Chuchu's eyes looked up and down on Jing Ying'er's body: "Since this is the case, I will give you a new layer of beauty skin."

Beauty skin?

Jing Ying'er couldn't understand what Wu Chuchu meant, and just as she wanted to ask, the old man had already walked in front of her.

When she got closer, she realized that the old man was holding a bloody human skin in his hands. She gasped, and just wanted to speak, the old man stretched out his fingers, and she fainted when she didn't know which acupuncture point Jing Ying'er had touched.

"Lao Lin, when you change Jing Ying'er's beauty skin, your movements can be lighter, and the effect of changing is better." Wu Chuchu's voice sounded in the room: "Otherwise, it would be in vain for me to spend so much effort to get people back."

"Yes, miss, don't worry." Lao Lin's eyes lit up, and he looked eager to try.

Wu Chuchu put down the teacup in his hand and stood up: "I won't watch you change it here, after all, it's very bloody."

After finishing speaking, Wu Chuchu covered his mouth and nose and left.

Only the unconscious Jing Ying'er and Lao Lin were left in the room, and Lao Lin took off Jing Ying'er's clothes and took the human skin and compared it to Jing Ying'er's body.

Then he took out the scissors and the front, and muttered: "This girl, when you finish changing your skin, you will be a great beauty."

"Hey, hey, hey, but this beauty skin will eat your body." Lao Lin knew that Jing Ying'er had fainted, but he kept muttering: "There will be two results of this backlash, either the beauty skin will fall off, or your ** will be melted and died by the backlash."

Lao Lin spoke, and your movements in your hands never stopped.

After a while, the bed was already bloody. The beauty skin that he brought has also been sewn back onto Jing Yinger's body, Lao Lin's craftsmanship is good, and he can only vaguely see a very small wound more than a foot long.

After it was over, Lao Lin looked at his masterpiece and was very satisfied.

Jing Ying'er on the bed has completely changed into the appearance of another person at this moment, except for the similar height and figure, the original appearance cannot be seen in other places.

"I'm afraid this is the most satisfying work of the old man, I think it's the closest person to this girl in her life, and I can't recognize her." Lao Lin touched his beard and boasted to himself.