"Mr. Liu, didn't you say that required data?"
Li Ying stood there, the ribbons around her body drifting slowly, her legs exceptionally long.
Liu Di nodded. "It does require data—and very beautiful data, worthy of the image of you in my mind."
"An image?"
Li Ying said blankly, "I don't really understand what an imagined image is like."
"An image..."
Fu Qing froze slightly and searched through Wang Chong's memories.
Then Fu Qing suddenly blushed.
Couldn't Wang Chong, that shut-in, have imagined a few more outfits for that courtesan named Shen Qiang?
Oh.
Wang Chong was a poor bastard. He couldn't afford brothels, so he could only fantasize.
Damn it, why do I have to know this?
A moment later.
Fu Qing seemed to instantly see through the filthy thoughts in human males' minds. Squinting at Liu Di, it said, "Let me see what indecent things are in your head."
Liu Di looked into the distance.
"I once visited a planet called Heaven Prison Three."
"The lifeforms there were killed by seven-dimensional beings."
"They left behind an Artificial Intelligence. She was female."
"She possessed a special program that could simulate the most beautiful appearance for different people—even different races."
In Liu Di's mind appeared the stream woman he had encountered in the command center of Heaven Prison Three.
Not long ago.
Magic Child had cracked a piece of code from the Level 8 technology box on Heaven Prison Three. It was the appearance program of that female Artificial Intelligence.
"I once thought that program was of little use, so I didn't pay it much attention."
Liu Di looked at the pretty black silhouette. "But now, it seems perfectly suited to Li Ying."
The next moment.
Li Ying's body was covered by the Space Urn, and a three-dimensional structure was stretched