Legend has it that the Queen Mother was drunk and accidentally spilled a cup of fine wine, which fell on Qingling Mountain. Many flying insects and animals turned into spirits.
There is a Mohist living in Qingling City, who can paint the skins of fairies, so that they will not reveal their true colors and be discovered by the fairies.
But Liu Ling'er didn't have any silver to give to Mo Qing, so she had to go to his house every day to grind, changing her ways every day to ask him to paint a picture for her.
"Liu Ling'er, what kind of story are you going to make up today?" Mo Qingsui's tone was cold, but he couldn't hide the smile on his lips. This little monster hasn't been to the house for some days.
"Mo Qing... I may have to go back to Qingling Mountain." Liu Ling'er's figure was a little shaken, and she fell to the ground as soon as she finished speaking, completely revealing her original shape.
Mo Qing dropped the paintbrush in his hand and ran over to pick up the Oriole and asked her anxiously what was going on.
Liu Ling'er didn't reply to him for a while, and her breathing became weaker and weaker. Mo Qing immediately returned to the desk, placed her gently next to the inkstone, and picked up the brush: "Ling'er, don't be afraid, I will paint your skin right now."
"Hahaha, I was deceived again!"
"... Are you stupid? Are you afraid of being discovered by the monster hunter?"
He fell in love with this girl in green. Liu Ling'er would come to the house to look for him every day only if he didn't paint for her. In fact, Mo Qing secretly drew the most beautiful face for her, but it was not as good-looking as Liu Ling'er's own appearance.
Lightly sweet, not abusive.
Intent: Lightly sweet, healing