The moment Mo Yun got into the car, she became the most eye-catching person on board.
It was impossible not to be, really. A white-haired, red-eyed giant loli was something nine out of ten people couldn't resist, and the tenth was likely in the ICU.
The five beautiful cosplayer sisters in the car showered Mo Yun with affection, fussing over her and bombarding her with questions. They chatted with her about everything from hair care to her favorite lace trim patterns.
For the first time, Mo Yun experienced what it was like to be surrounded by a flurry of beauty and enchanting voices. This kind of treatment, this joy… only Brother Bao Yu could truly understand it.
No need for further words, Mo Yun unilaterally declared that [Innate Phantasm] and [Demonic Phantom] were the strongest skills! ([Hellfire]: So love does disappear, doesn't it?)
However, after a while, Mo Yun started to feel uncomfortable. While being close to a group of beautiful girls was delightful, Mo Yun found it incredibly difficult to control herself!
She silently chanted soothing spells like "Pure Heart Mantra," "Heart Sutra," and "Great Freedom Meditation" in her mind, hoping to calm down. The senior sisters beside her, seeing Mo Yun with a flushed face sitting on the car seat, looking like a startled quail, mistook it for shyness. They erupted into giggles and continued to tease her.
In this torment of pain and pleasure, the car finally arrived at the Qin Chu Convention Center.
Mo Yun hastily got out of the car, escaping the sweet scent of the beautiful girls to catch her breath, letting the cool autumn air help her calm down.
"Brother Chuan!" Zhang Hanshan, carrying two large bags, hurried over. He put down the bags and whispered, "How was it? Heavenly bliss?" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Believe me, you wouldn't want to experience it," Mo Yun said weakly, looking at the cold sweat on her palms.
"Alright, Zhang Hanshan, bring the stuff quickly! We're going to be late!" a glasses-wearing girl, who was in charge of the event, called out impatiently.
Just as Mo Yun was about to ask how long the event would last, she was swept into the convention center by the five beautiful senior sisters.
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During the makeup session, the student doing her makeup applied only a light layer to Mo Yun, not daring to do anything more. Heavy makeup would only be counterproductive, as artificial beauty could never surpass natural beauty.
However, the makeup artist didn't let Mo Yun leave. Instead, she turned and asked, "Which outfit should she wear? We've finally found such a great prospect; we need to find something that matches her temperament."
"How about this one?" A costume designer asked, holding up a light cyan base with golden threads, a long flowing gown. "A fairy from the Jade Pool, how beautiful!"
"Uh… she's lacking a bit of etherealness and an imposing aura. Change it."
"Hmm…" The costume designer surveyed the floor for a long time and then picked up a ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a blend of crimson and peach. "What about this one? A mischievous peach blossom spirit?"
The makeup artist turned and looked at Mo Yun, who was staring blankly (actually, her mind was wandering). She shook her head and said, "Still not quite right. Give that one to Qing Qing; her carefree liveliness is ingrained in her very bones."
"Oh, this…" The costume designer was clearly at a loss. She held a sewing needle in her mouth and rummaged through a box of clothes for a long time. Finally, she pulled out a half-length skirt, primarily in a dark green-brown hue, with a gradient border of peach and purple-amaranth. "Then she'll be a demonic saintess, a contrast of cuteness. How about it?"
The makeup artist's eyes lit up at this suggestion. She held the outfit up against Mo Yun's frame and exclaimed happily, "This is it! It's perfect. Get the prop master to bring a long black sword, a few spider lily hairpins, a string of skulls, and a crimson folding fan, no, a round fan would be fine too."
After giving instructions, the makeup artist sat down and began braiding Mo Yun's hair. Then she applied eyeshadow and powder, intending to give Mo Yun a touch of delicate beauty. Finally, she placed a scarlet datura flower on Mo Yun's eye corner and between her eyebrows, and helped Mo Yun change into the costume.
When the costume designer returned with the props, a cute demoness with white hair had been born.
"Okay, mission accomplished!" The makeup artist wiped the sweat from her forehead. After arranging the hairpins, skull beads, and long sword, she looked at Mo Yun with the gaze of someone admiring a perfect masterpiece. She exclaimed inwardly with genuine admiration: This child really doesn't know how to dress herself. If I had such a beautiful appearance, I could charm everyone in Longjing.
Mo Yun looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but think: Damn it, if Mo Fei dressed like this and hooked another man, wouldn't I have to go berserk?
...
The first five cosplayers had been in place for some time. The Fairy from the Jade Pool, the Peach Blossom Spirit, the Cold and Elegant Sword Immortal, the Green Forest Heroine, and the Heroic General – each had their unique charm, perfectly capturing everyone's preferences.
However, even with their appeal, they couldn't compete with the professional cosplayer team opposite them.
It couldn't be helped. The leader of the opposing cosplayer group was the famous "Fox Demon Sister" in the circle. Having awakened fox demon abilities herself, she naturally possessed innate charm, capable of mesmerising countless otaku.
"Tsk… why is it still that woman," the Cold Sword Immortal muttered with displeasure. "She won last time using such petty tricks. Does she think she can pull the same stunt again? Just thinking about her smug face makes me sick."
"Don't bother with her," the Fairy from the Jade Pool captain said. "She's lowering her own standards, but that doesn't mean we have to lower ours."
As the five were talking, the fox woman opposite seemed to sense them. She shot them a provocative glance and then "accidentally" let her clothing slip, revealing a fair shoulder, eliciting cheers from the crowd.
"You!" The Cold Sword Immortal couldn't stand it and moved to confront her, but was stopped by the Fairy from the Jade Pool, who quietly shook her head.
"Um… excuse me… senior sisters, I'm done with the makeup. What should I do now?"
Hearing Mo Yun's voice, the five turned around. They saw Mo Yun dressed in black and purple robes, her shoulder half-exposed. The sheer black gauze accentuated her swan-like white neck and snow-white legs. She held a folding fan and a long sword, perfectly embodying a contrasting-cute demon sect saintess.
"Holy crap?!" x5
"I declare we've won," the Female Heroine exclaimed, pushing Mo Yun to the center. "You don't need to do anything, just stand there."
So this is how you slack off in cosplay?
Mo Yun slightly furrowed her pretty eyebrows. In the end, she had to follow the professionals' advice. She sat on a black grand tutor chair, opened her folding fan, and watched the passing audience with her big crimson eyes blinking.
"There's a Wei Tianjiao (Mo Yun's cosplayed character) over there, a great imitation. And the person is good-looking. Let's go take a look."
"That white-haired, red-eyed young lady over there is super good-looking! Let's take a photo! Ask if we can add her on WeChat!"
"Holy crap, what kind of goddess has come this time? I feel like coming to this comic con was totally worth it."
...
Gradually, the crowd of onlookers and photographers surrounding Mo Yun and the other five grew, forming layers upon layers that encircled the entire venue.
The makeup artist not far away glanced at them, shook her head, and muttered to herself: "Looks like I was still too conservative. With this kind of presence, she could charm every man in Longguo."
(PS: I have a lot of classes these days, and writing 4,000 words a day is a bit tiring. I've been slacking off too much before. The increased workload now might lead to a decrease in quality. I hope my readers can understand~)