"Do you think that if you were a god, how could this little wound still be there?"
Qin Jiaoxi was shocked: "So my brother just came down to earth to overcome the tribulation? Or is he a person who is born to know how to overcome the tribulation?"
Bo Jiming: "?"
What a god of tribulation?
but…
"Whatever!"
The corners of his mouth twitched and he compromised: "It's okay, as long as you understand that I'm not a god!"
Qin Jiaoxi looked at him with relief.
Turns out he is the kind of tribulation-transcending immortal who is born with knowledge?
No wonder he always felt that he never thought of himself as a nine-year-old girl.
No wonder she knows everything about herself, including her past life...?
Then, Qin Jiaoxi jumped up suddenly: "Then quickly bandage your injury. I'll call Axiu!"
Bo Jiming closed his eyes and grabbed her hand: "Help me with this little injury!"
Qin Jiaoxi blushed: "But I don't know how to..."
Bo Jiming took out the band-aid: "No, I'll tear it off myself, you can just put it on for me!"
Then, Qin Jiaoxi stared at the small piece of cloth that could automatically attach to the wound for a long time in shock.
Bo Jiming finally ran out of patience: "It's rare for you to come out, can we eat first?"
Qin Jiaoxi nodded honestly: "Okay!"
"If you want to eat anything, just say it. The chef here is very good. He can make whatever you want to eat!"
Qin Jiaoxi gradually relaxed: "Why do you think I have something to eat?"
Bo Jiming didn't bother to say anything: "Because I want to know what you like to eat!"
Qin Jiaoxi bit her lip: "...I'm not picky about food!"
Bo Jiming raised one eyebrow slightly: "That's okay!"
He clapped his hands, and soon a group of people filed in carrying twelve dishes.
What surprised Qin Jiaoxi was that there was a jar of wine on the table.
The young man reached out and patted the jar open, and the slightly intoxicating aroma wafted out. Qin Jiaoxi sniffed it gently, and his eyes lit up.
"How can Fengqi Tower sell fruit wine brewed in the palace?"
"How do you know this is fruit wine if you haven't even drunk it?"
Bo Jiming poured a glass for her personally and handed it over: "Try it and see what it is!"
Qin Jiaoxi's nervousness had dissipated just now, and now she suddenly became excited.
She took a sip from the cup and suddenly her eyebrows and nose wrinkled together.
"Hiss... cough, cough, cough, why does this wine have bubbles?"
The smile on Bo Jiming's face suddenly spread, making Qin Jiaoxi realize for the first time that he really was a young man.
"This is not bubbles... I just want to ask you if it tastes good?"
Qin Jiaoxi frowned and smacked his lips, and found that the wine had no alcoholic taste, only a rich fruity aroma.
But the fruity aroma is sweet but not astringent, and the aftertaste is endless - except for the spicy bubbles.
Thinking this way, she couldn't help but take another sip.
This time I was mentally prepared, knowing that those bubbles would choke me, so I sipped and swallowed carefully. Instead, I felt that the fruit wine contained bubbles that made it fresh and sweet.
Bo Jiming pursed his lips to hold back his laughter: "Does it taste good?"
Qin Jiaoxi had to admit: "It tastes good. This is much better than the fruit wine brewed in the palace!"
The point is, it’s really sweet and fragrant!
Bo Jiming smiled: "Okay, don't just drink drinks, come and eat food!"
Qin Jiaoxi's eyes suddenly widened: "What did you just say? What urine...?"
The young man choked: "Ahem, you must have heard wrongly. The name of this fruit wine is Xue... Niao, you will never be able to drink it from the second person in the entire Dazhao Kingdom, or even in this world!"
Qin Jiaoxi tasted it: "Xue Niao? It's a good name!"
Then, for some reason, my mood became very good. I instantly forgot about the unhappiness of meeting the prince and Qin Jiaoyue, and started eating happily.
