Looking for Meiwen, I suffered a lot. Later, I changed the skin of the old man and became younger. Xiao Xi is a Buddha.

Title: Daming's Different Stories: Painted Skin Author: Flowing fragrance for one night

According to legend, when the king of Zhou enfeoffed the world, there were not only various governors, but also different people. The real unofficial history, believe it or not, Rongxian climbed out of the grave and didn't even know who it was. His biggest goal is just to do a good job of skin. Content label: suspense reasoning gender conversion search keywords: protagonist:, supporting role: Fu Huosheng, Mo Zuyin, Er, Pei, Xiao Others:

It seems to have been stolen, and obviously I secretly regret it. He had no choice but to pick up a new grave next to him and plan it. Even if he doesn't want people to see his corrupt body, he can't show it naked. An old man was buried in a new grave. He is about seventy years old, but people seldom live in ordinary houses. He was happy when he was buried at home. He borrowed money to buy a silk and blue silk shroud for the elderly. It's cheaper now. As soon as he put on his robe, he suddenly heard a bang and something fell out of his sleeve. Obviously, I bowed my head and picked it up, but the result was half of myself. He couldn't help worrying. Judging from this situation, even if he didn't meet a wild dog, he had to run out of the cemetery and fall apart. He lowered his head and took the rotten bone back. His intention was to try, but he never thought about it. But when he turned around, he saw the white smoke rolling in the old man's coffin and making a hissing sound, so that he almost fell to the ground and fell apart completely. The white smoke soon dissipated, and it was obvious that he dared to look into the coffin, leaving only a skin on the coffin board. Obviously, a closer look reveals a piece of black iron on the old man's skin. He picked it up and saw that it was iron, light in texture and had some lines on it, but it seemed that he had only ordered half the cards and didn't know what to write. He didn't see this thing in the old man's coffin just now. He looked down at his rotting stomach, suddenly afraid that this piece of order would fall out of it, and he sewed it in his stomach before he died. This is an important musical instrument. Obviously, the spirit is shocking, but what is the use of an iron that can dissolve human flesh and take human skin? He reached into his stomach and dug again, but he couldn't pull out anything good. Obviously, he couldn't help feeling discouraged. He turned the iron sheet over and looked at it himself. Suddenly, he saw another light smoke and hissing sound. He quickly raised his hand and waved away the smoke, only to see a white paw waving in front of him, and then lowered his head. His body is rotten, and he must have a white skeleton. Obviously, he couldn't help crying. He looked at his white skeleton and then at the human skin in the coffin. Suddenly, he taught himself, looked around, grabbed the human skin, grabbed the cat's back, trotted among the graves, found a river to wash his skeleton first, and then put on the old man's skin. There is no flesh and blood on my body, and my skin is a little flat. I wandered around in clothes that didn't fit me, but after a while, I obviously felt that the flesh and blood under my skin grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole person was like a ball full of steam. I soon understood that I was so hungry that I only had golden flowers in my eyes. I saw my skinny limbs, but my flesh and blood no longer grew.