I haven't been on Weibo for a long time, maybe I haven't interacted with fans for a long time, Jun Qingbrand looked at the number of followers that had already broken 100 million, and it was rare to post a few Weibo posts and interact with a few more familiar names for a while.

But such a small action immediately gained a large number of onlookers. Fans could barely believe their eyes. The grass grows so much that it can bury people, and Weibo is even more! Or communicate with the fans!

"Junjun, if you get stolen, delete all those words!"

Many people are starting to swipe similar words.

Of course, this is a joke, if it is really stolen, it will not be such an exchange, and it is more likely to advertise or something.

Jun Qingyan was blushing by the various ridicules below. In fact, she enjoys being loved by so many people, compared to the people in Linhuang Country, being loved by so many people here, and there are rainbow farts to listen to, it is definitely a rare enjoyment.

It's a pity that when she got busy, all these things were left behind by her.

The guilty heart accumulates more and more, and finally it becomes more and more lice and it is not itchy, so I just pretend that nothing happened.

Her fan base is too huge, not to mention that everyone is a die-hard fan, at least half of them are very fond of her.

The reasons for liking are different, it may be that I like the role she plays, it may be that I like her status as a scholar, or I like her achievements in medicine, or simply because she is the daughter of the richest man in the country.

Beautiful, handsome, capable and rich, isn't such a person born to be the best of heaven?

After watching the fans' praise for a while, Junqing reluctantly closed her phone. She had a very important task to do next, and that was to make the potion.

Professor Quinton wrote down the method of making the potion very clearly, each step, how much time it took, how much time it took, how much time it was stirred, how much temperature it controlled, and how accurate it was to three decimal places, all of which were written down in the notebook that Junqing found in the notebook.

Some of the steps are rather peculiar and ordinary people will definitely not be able to do it, but after reading it, Jun Qingzhi feels that he should be able to do it.

Magic and her cultivation are not the same system, but since they are both cultivating themselves, there are always some similarities.

And she felt that it was not necessary to really do it tightly, and to do exactly what he recorded. Just like boiled eggs, what is the difference between an egg that has been boiled for ten minutes and an egg that has been boiled for eleven minutes? Aren't they all boiled eggs? At most, the taste is a little worse. But how many people can distinguish this "difference"?

Anyway, she felt that there were some steps that really didn't need to be done too carefully as he said when it came to preparing potions.

Well, she had to admit, she probably wouldn't be able to fully simulate those steps. But she also believes that with her years of study, she can always find an alternative.

So, in the following days, Jun Qingyan lived in the research institute that Luo's father built for her.

Probably knowing how wasteful his daughter was when she was addicted to work, Luo's father arranged all the facilities when he built the research institute.

Ensure that Junqing has a super large and super comfortable bed to sleep in when she is sleepy, and when she is hungry, someone will give her her favorite food with a phone call. There are special people in the refrigerator to replenish all kinds of fresh food at any time, she can cook by herself if she wants to, and if she doesn't want to do it, there are many options for fast food that can be eaten by turning the microwave oven.

Even some takeaway phones and leaflets in the neighborhood are placed in special places, and they are very considerate to indicate which restaurant's signature dish is what and which one's dessert is the freshest and tastier.

In short, as long as it can be thought of, it is all arranged by Father Luo.

Food and sleep weren't necessary for Jun Qingxuan, but who told her to be heavy-mouthed? Naturally, she will not refuse to have delicious food.

Yu Baize began to run the distribution of the film after returning to China, and there was still some work to be finished. His previous retreat took so much time that Moran's films after him were released, and his films had yet to be completed.

That one had a job to do, and Jun Qingbrand left him behind for the time being.

With such a humanoid bug as Dad Luo, she can easily get anything she wants. Even if he couldn't get it, there were many strange shops in the trading place below the Anomaly that could meet her requirements.

So in just a few days, she found everything she needed.

In fact, the recorded materials are not too rare, but they are relatively uncommon. For example, rhino horn, if it takes a hundred years, it has to be a female rhinoceros. Another example is a type of grass that grows only on the edge of a waterhole, which needs to be picked at the time of flowering, and once it starts to produce seeds, it is useless.

Quite a few things like that. It's not too rare, but it's getting troublesome because there are too many strings attached. Fortunately, there is a shop downstairs in the special division that specializes in taking on such business, as long as you can afford to pay the price, you can get it, and the quality is guaranteed.

Although the things that Jun Qingzhu wants are strange, there are many people in the spirit world who need special materials, and her little thing is not a big deal in it.

However, she is the head of a game, and her every move will inevitably attract attention. She didn't deliberately hide it, and when someone posted her appearance in the shop to the forum, more people knew that she was buying materials.

"Luo Ju, what are you doing?" Seeing that there were more and more people talking about it in the forum, Minister Qu couldn't help but be curious.

At this time, Jun Qingzhu was preparing to start work in the research institute, and while packing up the utensils that he would use for a while, he said casually: "I'm making potions." ”

"Huh." Minister Qu fakely laughed twice: "Then you are really hard." ”

"It's okay, it's a bit of a hassle." Jun Qingyan knew from his tone that he didn't believe her. He didn't believe it, not that she wasn't telling the truth, right? When the time comes, he can't find her when he looks for the back account.

Minister Qu really didn't believe it, because the cultivation systems of the East and the West were completely different. You let the Western wizard try to refine a pill? Even if you tell him the steps clearly, you still can't do it if you can't do it.

In the same way, even if a well-written potion recipe was found, unless someone from the Western system was found to make it, the monks of the Eastern system would not be able to make it.

It's not that no one in the East has tried to cultivate the magic of the Western system, but I don't know if it's an innate difference, no matter how hard they try, no one can reach how high the realm is.

The potion is called a potion, which means that it cannot be made by ordinary means, otherwise the medicine handed over by Junqing will not have been imitated for so long.