The second thing was to spank Deng Tianxin's butt. If killing Tang San was a grand undertaking that would shape the ages, then spanking Deng Tianxin was a personal grudge.
That little bastard with the long dragon horns showed up by her cradle punctually every evening, poking her cheeks, rubbing her hair, kneading her like dough, and merrily calling, "Little Xue'er, hurry up and grow bigger," over and over.
She was the mighty Angel God, an existence even Tang San had feared in her previous life. Yet now, she was being treated as a toy to pass the time by a seven-year-old child. How was she supposed to swallow this indignation?
Once she grew up, she would absolutely pin him over her knee and spank him until he called her big sister.
That said, Qian Renxue furrowed her tiny brows and tried hard to recall memories of her previous life.
Had she ever heard of a powerful figure named Deng Tianxin in her previous life?
No.
Had there ever been a famous powerhouse on the continent with long dragon horns growing from his head?
Also no.
As the former young mistress of Spirit Hall, she had known every renowned powerhouse on the continent inside and out. Yet no matter how thoroughly she searched her memories, she could not find anyone who matched Deng Tianxin.
Either he had died before reaching the age when he could become famous in her previous life, or he was a butterfly flapping its wings, throwing the original course of history completely out of shape.
For example, her mother had changed from Bibi Dong into Ye Xi. For example, she now possessed a mother's love that she had not even dared dream of in her previous life.
If she had to choose between Bibi Dong and