If you want to talk about her face, it is really good-looking, but men and women, can be attacked and bearable, can afford to play a girl and play the emperor, just say that there is really no place to blacken the acting skills. Besides, her skills must be first-class and good, and she can't be picky at all.

But you're a big guy! There are a few big guys who can show up like you, ah no, maybe it should be said that they are thriving in the entertainment industry. Doesn't the big guy want to lose face? Look at the other bigwigs, which one is out there like her?

It's a sad tear when I think about it.

But what's the matter with a little envy in my heart?

Junqing, who single-handedly transformed the forum of the Special Division into an entertainment forum, is currently in the laboratory of the research institute, using her overdeveloped brain domain and mental power to concentrate on the study of potions.

If you just boil the ingredients out of the juice and arrange them according to the proportions, it couldn't be easier. But this is a potion of magic, how can it be simply configured?

There are many materials, some need to be grinded, some need to be frozen at how many degrees, some need to be baked at how many degrees of high temperature, and some need to be mixed and reprocessed together, in short, one is more cumbersome than the other, and one needs more detailed work.

But although these are more troublesome, ordinary people can still do them if they are careful. The really difficult ones are the steps that ordinary people can't do.

As Quinton wrote in his notebook, some places need to be magically operated. Jun Qingzhi definitely doesn't know magic, and he doesn't even have the spiritual power of the Oriental system. So she could only try to use her spiritual power and soul power to carry out those steps.

If she can do it, she will earn it, and if she fails, she will just waste some materials.

When Jun Qingzhu's first bottle of potion was dispensed, her face was not a joy of success, but a little entangled.

She had seen potions, so she knew they were dark purple, with a faint blue glow wafting through them. But the potion she made was light purple, with some fine golden powder, dotted inside.

So did she succeed or failed?

She herself was a little confused.

The steps are exactly in accordance with the steps, except for replacing the magic part with your own spiritual power, nothing else has changed, so why has it become like this? Or is it true that spiritual power can't replace the effect of magic?

Jun Qingyan absolutely did not want to believe this result. How could she admit that her spiritual power was not comparable to the magical energy of a low-level cultivator?

Compared to the world she came from, the cultivation system of this world can really be regarded as a low-level category. The Eastern cultivation system is quite profound, but because it is the end of the Dharma era, there is no support for them to cultivate to a deeper level of spiritual energy at all, so that today's cultivation has a profound realm, but no one can cultivate to that point.

If the legendary story is to be believed, there was still a group of people who cultivated to a high level in this world. It's a pity that those are just "stories" after all, and there is not much evidence to prove it.

In the world where Jun Qingbrand came, although there is a fault in the realm of cultivation, it is much stronger than this world. Otherwise, she wouldn't have cultivated to the point where she could stand at the pinnacle of the world in such a short period of time.

These are still talking about the cultivation system of the East, and the magic system of the West is even more ugly, maybe there are very peculiar places in some places, but for Jun Qingbrand, the battle is the most important. What is it about turning a man into a frog and then giving way to a princess to kiss him?

What about conjuring a beautiful dress for a down-and-out girl, turning a mouse into a coachman, and a pumpkin into a carriage?

Western magic is all this stuff to do?

If any magician knew that Junqing thought of them like this in his heart, he would probably be angry. When did fairy tales represent the abilities of magicians? Wouldn't it be too exaggerated to take fairy tales as real?

Anyway, Jun Qing can't look down on the magic system anyway.

In her eyes, that is, the line of Eastern Cultivation is not bad in her eyes, and the rest, hehe, forget it.

Looking at the "magic potion" in his hand, Jun Qingyan felt that it was better to find a mouse to experiment first. What if it succeeds? Right? Black cats, white cats, it's always cats, right? Maybe her potions are just a little more colorful, and there is nothing wrong with the efficacy?

But she really doesn't have such a thing as a guinea pig, it needs to be eaten, how can she have the time and patience to get a bunch of guinea pigs in her own lab?

Then she remembered the specially cultivated sterile mice in the Institute of Special Intelligence.

That's a good thing, the key is not to have money!

She wants to give money, do they dare to take it?

Aiming at the point of not wanting money, Junqing spent hundreds of yuan on the high-speed rail and went to the capital beautifully.

At this time, Yu Baize, who had just gotten a little free time, closed his eyes and sat on the recliner, wanting to know the news of kissing his fiancée. As soon as he closed his eyes, a message came to his mind.

In this regard, Yu Baize has long been surprised. One of Bai Ze's natural skills is that sometimes it's really easy to use. It's like now, as long as you think about knowing whose news, someone's news will appear directly in your brain.

I don't know if Jun Qingxuan has a close relationship with him, and it is not very likely that this trick will succeed on others, unless someone is telling about this person. But she's different, and a lot of the time she can send her messages directly without any strings attached.

Of course, he also knows moderation, and he will not know everything that should be seen and what should not be seen, and what should be known and what should not be known. Who doesn't have a little privacy?

But when he finished receiving this message about her in his mind, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching twice.

So she is now spending a few hundred yuan to come to the capital for the guinea pig who doesn't want money? In her mind, what should be the price of a guinea pig? The money for a round-trip high-speed train is enough to buy dozens or hundreds of guinea pigs, right?

It's not that he doesn't know that she is doing experiments, but for the sake of a few guinea pigs, he specially took the high-speed train to the capital with great fanfare, isn't there anything for sale locally? Even if she didn't, she would always find a few in school, right?

Yu Baize shook his head with a wry smile, feeling as if he didn't know his dear fiancée more and more.

But the thought that she came to the capital made him happy for a moment. But it was only for a moment, thinking of the work on her side, and the work that was lined up and hadn't had time to do yet, and her heart dimmed when she wanted to see her.

If he did leave his job to meet her, he would probably have to shout for a strike.

Forget it, there is still time to meet after the work is over, and continue to squeeze the employees.