Lancôme has been clamoring to buy new clothes all day long since she got a new body, and she thinks that the clothes that Mordin custom-made for her are too rustic, so she goes shopping in Victoria by herself.

Unwilling to accompany her shopping, Mordin came to Sarn alone to see how the Master could build a super ship for himself.

Sarn has greatly improved the structure of the spaceship, worthy of the master's handwriting, after he made it, the overall performance of the spaceship has been improved by a big step, whether it is the flight speed or the driving performance, there is a qualitative improvement compared to the previous one.

"If it goes on like this, my spaceship should be a shocking work, whether it is fighting or escaping, it will be a powerful weapon for itself!" Mordin became more and more happy the more he looked at it, he was waiting for Sarn to design an offensive weapon for the spaceship, and the master prepared several offensive formations for him, ready to be placed in the bow and stern, but it seemed that he was a little hesitant and rejected the previous plan.

In front of the master, Mordin only has the qualifications to watch, he doesn't dare to express his opinions at all, and Master Sarn has no intention of asking for his opinion, so what to do, Sarn has the final say.

"Masters have tempers, don't look at him with a kind look, in fact, the pride in my heart must be slow, I still see how he tosses, when it's done, I just need to use it!"

Mordin is still relatively self-aware.

Just as he was pondering here, there was a sudden movement in the portable machine.

"Wouldn't it be Lancôme who asked me to taste her clothes?" he reluctantly took out his portable phone and clicked on it, but it was not from Lancôme.

"Xiao Mo, at 10:30 a.m., we are holding a preparatory meeting for the Cultivation Association, can you come to this important meeting?"

It turned out that the information was sent by Li Shen, whose current title is the director of the preparatory group of the first council of the "Oriental Cultivation Association", and is responsible for inviting relevant people from all parties to attend the preparatory meeting.

"The preparatory group was set up so soon, and the action was quite fast, it seems that the above attaches great importance to this matter, and the matter was provoked by me, and I can't say that I won't participate, right?" he thought for a while, and then replied to the message and agreed to participate.

Li Shen told him that the venue for the preparatory meeting was Xiamen City, and that General Mei's assistant Li Zhenzhong would also attend, and that Mordin only had to go to the naval base on the coast to find Li Zhenzhong with him.

Mo Ding understood what Li Shen meant, because Mo Ding ran around the world all day long, coming and going without following the rules of entry and exit, and chose to meet at the coastal base because it was more convenient to enter and exit there.

Mordin saw that it was still early, so he was ready to call Lancôme to participate.

After Lancôme changed her human body, he could start preparing for her to cultivate the Taixu Gong Method.

"By the way, it's best to let her get a passport, have a legal identity, and enter and exit the border in the future!" Mordin told Lancôme his suggestion, and Xiao Nizi happily agreed.

"There are a lot of more beautiful clothes in Xiamen, right?" Lancôme asked in anticipation.

"Of course! These are all African women's clothes, and they definitely don't fit your Asian girl's body!"

"Great, I'm going to fly a plane over and buy all my favorite clothes!" Lancôme was excited.

"Alright then, all you have is money anyway!" Mordin shook his head helplessly, he didn't understand how tenacious a girl's attachment to clothing and other items was!

"Ding Dong!" the portable phone rang again, and Mordin looked at it, but it was an unfamiliar number.

"Mo Ding, I know that you are coming to Xiamen to attend the conference, we solemnly invite you to participate in the special speech meeting held by your alma mater for you, you are the pride of your alma mater, but also the pride of all our teachers and students of Charlie, I hope you can take the time to attend this speech meeting of your alma mater, all our teachers and students are eagerly looking forward to it!"

"That's ......!" Mordin scratched his head, "Looks like they're going to make a big deal!"

The invitation from his alma mater must not be refused, although he has been there for less than half a year, but this is also the only university he has attended, and it is also his only university alma mater.

"Just go, just brag in front of so many teachers and juniors, it's a little embarrassing!" he smiled shyly, and then replied to the message.

The news soon came back, his alma mater was preparing to hold this event in the school's large playground at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, when there may be tens of thousands of people to listen to his speech, television and news media will certainly not be less, please prepare some materials to answer media questions in advance, and don't forget to recommend more to the people of the whole country to introduce the style of his alma mater......

"No problem, I never have to make drafts when I speak!" Mordin replied humorously.

"One at half past ten and one at two o'clock in the afternoon, so tightly arranged!"

After waiting for a while, Lancôme hurriedly came back, dressed as an African girl, wearing an African grass skirt underneath, a floral shirt with embroidered trim on top, and a lace white straw hat on her head.

Looking at her like this, Mordin couldn't help but laugh "poof".

His smile was broken, and Lancôme immediately became alert.

"Brother Mo, tell me honestly, is it ugly for me to dress like this?"

"No, no, it fits well!" Mordin said immediately.

"Can I really wear this outfit to those two important meetings of yours?" she asked with another star.

"No problem!" replied Mordin, very firmly.

Lancôme looked at him suspiciously, and looked in the mirror again and again, as if he couldn't find anything wrong with him, so he planned to believe Mordin's words.

"Have you got your passport?" Mordin asked again.

"Of course, I'm the princess!" she pulled out her passport from a small bag and handed it to Mordin.

"Oh, Her Royal Highness Princess of the United Kingdom of Seychelles, Lancôme Ewindina, Ambassador-at-Residence, has she really become a princess?" Mordin looked at his passport.

"You have really become a princess, and your identity is very noble!"

"Of course, I was originally Her Royal Highness the Princess!" Lancôme said proudly.

"Okay, let's go!"

A plane took off from the sea near Mariana Island and headed north towards the mainland.

"Brother Mo, why do I always feel like you're lying to me?" Lancôme was still pondering her clothes as she sat on the plane.

"How did I lie to you?" Mordin asked curiously.

"You look at me differently, you look at me differently when you look at me on your passport!" Lancôme's eyes were clear and suspicious.

"Do you have any proof?" Mordin asked with a smile, "You can't see the difference until you're a good man!" he said inwardly.

"By the way, it's your pupils, when I look at the passport, my pupils dilate, I see that the book says that the pupils are dilated to indicate excitement, which means that I look good on the passport, and I'm not beautiful now!"

Mo Dingmo couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded when she thought that she could figure out this way, what Lancôme said was true, she was indeed ugly enough to dress like this. In spite of this, he can't admit it even if he dies, if he admits to lying, will this little girl still be able to trust himself in the future?

"There is also such a poem in the book: If you compare West Lake to Xizi, heavy makeup is always appropriate, no matter what clothes a beautiful girl wears, it is only external, and real beauty does not need to be dressed up seriously!" Mordin argued.

"No, I want to be beautiful both inside and outside, and you have to make it clear whether I look good here or not!" Lancôme still refused.

"Alas......" Mordin sighed, why is this girl so troublesome!

"If you don't believe it, why don't you ask your sister for a comment?"

"I don't dare to look for Sister A, I have become exactly like her as I am now, but I can't dress up, I will definitely be scolded by her!"

From the beginning of takeoff, the two men had endless disputes over a piece of clothing, and there was no result until landing.

"I don't want to go, I'm going to be embarrassed to wear this outfit!" Lancôme refused to get off the plane.

"I can tell you, even if the matter of cultivation starts now, you have to go if you don't go! I dare not listen to the master's words!" Mordin was so annoyed by her that he reprimanded him with a straight face.

Seeing that Mordin was angry, Lancôme reluctantly got up and got off the plane, and when he came down, he kept a straight face, and even Li Zhenzhong didn't want to deal with people when he greeted her.

Mordin shook his head secretly.

He didn't know what happened to this little girl, Lancôme used to dress up, and never cared about what to wear, but since he had this new body, it seemed that the whole person had changed, and he became particularly concerned about her appearance.

"Could it be that this human body really has such a big image of her?" he was puzzled.

The venue for the preparatory meeting was the International Cruise Center at the Xiamen Cruise Terminal, where Mordin was very familiar with the area, and he and Yan Ran practiced diving in the vicinity of that area.

Li Zhenzhong drove the car and brought the two from the coast to the city, and the traffic was very busy along the way.

Xiamen is a prosperous city, the development has been particularly rapid in recent years, the roads have been widened a lot, and many new buildings have risen from the ground, embellishing this coastal city more magnificently!

Mordine noticed that Lancôme's eyes had been staring out the car window all the time, and he wondered and followed her gaze.

"Cut! I thought she was looking at something, it turns out that this girl has been staring at the clothes of the girls on the road!" Mordin had to roll his eyes helplessly.

The girls in Xiamen are very good at dressing up, the climate here is pleasant, and it will not be too cold all year round, so the girls here will turn over the tricks, and they will dress up with their own characteristics, and they will be stupid at this time, she will feel that her clothes are good-looking, and she will feel so ugly for a while, and she can't set a standard at all.

"What is beautiful and what is ugly, this is something unique to human feelings, and it needs to be cultivated and compared for a long time, robot girls like Lancôme, of course, lack this sense of nature in their consciousness!"

Mordin felt that he had misunderstood Lancôme, or that he had wronged others.