The Soft and Sticky Spirit In Master Yu’s Eyes is a Full-scale Boss

    "Treasure, where did you come from? Don't be tricked into buying fake medicine."

    "It's not a fake medicine, just spray it and it won't hurt." Jiu Ci explained seriously.

    This is given to her by her husband. She has used it once, and it works very well without her wasting Reiki treatment.

    Mo Yu didn't want to let down the kindness of the little cutie, took the spray and sprayed it on her legs, and decided that she would praise the little baby no matter if she used it or not.

    As a result, my sore legs didn't hurt at all when I woke up the next day.

    She was stunned.

     I touched my face and felt pain again.

    Why does she always get slapped in the face after being with Baby Ci?

    Seeing her lost appearance, Jiu Ci gave her the spray.

    She has aura, and generally doesn't need to use this thing. She thinks that Mo Yu needs it more.

    Mo Yu was so moved that she vowed to invite her to eat all over the canteen when she went back.

     Jiu Ci was silent, how could she tell this senior sister that it is not good to eat too much spicy strips?

    We got up in the morning and ate breakfast together and went to the scene as soon as possible. We must seize every minute and every second to finish the work at hand.

    The spirited Mo Yu touched her bulging belly and smiled contentedly, "I wanted to ask yesterday, our department's funding for this year seems to be good, the living is good, and the use is good. Good food, not bad."

    The teaching assistant walked aside and looked at Mo Yu, who was smiling and squinting, "Then you should cherish this time. After all, sponsorship is not always available."

    "We also brought in sponsorship? So awesome?" Mo Yu's eyes lit up with excitement.

    The teaching assistant rolled her eyes at her and didn't answer.

    Back to the area in charge, the two professors and the senior and senior started to work, and Mo Yu skillfully took out paper and pencil to record.

    Only Jiu Ci still stood empty-handed in a daze.

    "Let me go." The indifference sounded behind him with a slightly hoarse voice.

    Move to give way.

     Jiu Ci's eyes moved with him. After watching for a while, she was attracted by Sheng Chu, who was staring at the purple gold aura on her body.

    Another day to envy others.

    The little girl's gaze was too hot, Sheng Chu endured and endured but finally couldn't, got up and looked back.

    I don't know how long it took, the tips of Jiuci's ears moved slightly in a daze, listening to the imperceptible rubbing sound coming from her ears, her dilated pupils gradually focused.

     Lifting his eyelids and slowly looking to the right, his eyes finally fixed on the uneven wall, his eyes condensed slightly.

     Stepping over the bumpy ground and approaching the wall, I looked up at the frescoes above that were blurred by the erosion of time.

    Wu Liang's eyes sank slightly, and a dark light flashed.

    The small and delicate brows are slightly frowned, because the lips are tangled and the cheeks are slightly bulging, and the face is full of collagen.

     Jiu Ci looked at it for a long time, stretched out her little hand to touch it, but was stopped by one hand.

    "Ci Ci, these are cultural relics that cannot be touched." Mo Yu held Jiu Ci's wrist and said softly.

    Jiu Ci slowly retracted his hand this time.

    Mo Yu looked at the whole wall, touched her chin and said leisurely, "This should be a mural, but the desertification is so serious that you can't see the original."

    "But even so, we can't touch it, any damage is a loss." Mo Yu is rarely serious.

    "I can see it." Jiu Ci raised her eyebrows and murmured softly as she looked at the large mural.

    Yesterday I thought there was something wrong here, so it was here.

    "What did you say?" asked Mo Yu, who couldn't hear clearly.

    "I'm angry." Jiu Ci frowned slightly, looked at the huge wall and said coldly.

    Three seconds later, the silent earth began to shake, and the earth all over the sky fell and spilled.

    One second before the shaking started, Sheng Chu, who was immersed in the processing of cultural relics, suddenly raised his head and his face changed greatly. Before she could speak, the earthquake came, which caught people off guard.

    The earthquake came suddenly, and the underground was unsafe.

     Jiu Ci stood steadily, holding Mo Yu who was about to fall with one hand, pulling her out, "Go."

    "Go, hurry." The professor's voice sounded in the panic, calling everyone to go out.

    Fu Jinnian, who fell to the ground, quickly got up, hugged their heads and ran out.

     Jiu Ci dragged Mo Yujian with one hand and walked out swiftly, ignoring the flying sand.

    Fu Jinnian, who had sand in his eyes, hunched his back, rubbed his red eyes and ran out, suddenly grabbed by the collar and staggered a step.

      Let go.

    "You go first." Professor Han held the porcelain bottle and pushed Han Yu in front of him.

    Professor Han was forced to be squeezed out with the crowd, and was still shouting Han Yu's name.

     Jiu Ci, who walked out without looking sideways, glanced at him, turned his feet, threw Mo Yu in Han Yu's arms, and took the porcelain bottle in his arms easily with one hand.

    "Come on." Jiu Ci held the porcelain bottle in one hand and Fu Jinnian, who was weak and helpless in the other, gave them a cold look.

    "You can't hold it." Han Yu knew how heavy it was and wanted to take back the porcelain vase.

     Jiu Ci retracted her feet and pouted, making a noise.

     Holding the porcelain bottle in one hand and carrying the person in the other, he walked out quickly, before leaving, he glanced back at the slowly changing mural, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

    At the entrance, batch after batch of staff fled, all of them were extremely embarrassed.

    Fu Jinnian was sitting alone on the ground, but no one cared.