After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

"Don't you think so, Ranran?"

Jiang Huaijin's eyes were too dark and deep, like a frozen pool. When he looked straight at her with a clear understanding of everything, Xie Xingran felt her back suddenly tighten, a chill ran up her spine, and she couldn't help but shiver and shudder.

The next second, his face flushed bright red, and even the tips of his ears turned a striking blush. He was furious and embarrassed.

He was actually scared?

Were you frightened by Jiang Huaijin, an orphan who lost both his parents and lived under the roof of others?

Jiang Huaijin actually dared to scare him!

More importantly, why is Jiang Huaijin looking at him like that?

Sure enough, this guy harbored resentment towards me from the very beginning!

Xie Xingran's anger burned brighter and brighter, and her thoughts raced.

He clearly remembered that Jiang Huaijin had just revealed his past life, and his words revealed the terrible relationship between the two in their past life. He even said that Jiang Huaijin's death in his past life was related to him.

How could someone who was killed by their own hand possibly treat them kindly and take good care of them after being reborn?

Not even the slightest bit of resentment? This is completely illogical!

Xie Xingran pursed her lips forcefully, her lowered eyelids concealing the fleeting disdain and mockery in her eyes, while the thought in her heart grew stronger.

Just as he suspected, all the kindness Jiang Huaijin had shown him before was an act!

He merely wanted to use his status to curry favor with the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land and seize the benefits he had long coveted.

Once he is no longer of any use to them, or the two of them have a complete falling out, this guy will drop all pretense.

If he dares to scare me with that look today, he might just kill me tomorrow!

Thinking of this, Xie Xingran felt a sudden pang of fear. No, he couldn't just sit idly by and wait to be killed by Jiang Huaijin. He had to take action!

He raised his head, his eyes wide open, glaring fiercely at Jiang Huaijin, his gaze sharp as if he wanted to tear Jiang Huaijin to pieces on the spot in the next second.

Despite the malicious glare, Jiang Huaijin remained calm and composed.

He didn't even intend to respond to this harmless rage, only slightly curving his lips into a faint smile, the curve almost invisible, his gaze remaining calm and indifferent, as if watching an insignificant farce.

"Huaijin, you're right."

He Anyao was completely oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between the two. After listening to Jiang Huaijin's words, she nodded emphatically, then softened her tone, looked gently at Xie Xingran, and asked softly:

"Ranran, think about it carefully. Do you remember what those people who said bad things about you look like? Are there any particularly recognizable features?"

"Tell Grandma, and Grandma will teach them a lesson for you and help you get revenge, okay?"

He Anyao's voice was full of tenderness as she gently wiped away the tear stains under Xie Xingran's eyes with her fingertips.

"Um……"

Upon hearing the question, Xie Xingran deliberately slowed her breathing, lowered her head, lowered her eyelids, and unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, pretending to be trying hard to remember.

He frowned slightly, remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head. His eyes reddened again, his face filled with a look of grievance and sadness, and his voice was very soft:

"I...I don't remember...I'm sorry, Grandma, I don't remember anything..."

"I see."

A hint of disappointment flashed across He Anyao's face, but she did not insist. After all, Xie Xingran was only a three-year-old child, so what could he possibly remember?

She reached out and gently ruffled Xie Xingran's soft hair, comforting her:

"It's okay, if you can't remember, then don't."

"Ranran, remember this: if anyone dares to speak ill of you again, you must not only bravely fight back, but also arrest them and tell Grandma immediately, understand?"

"knew……"

Xie Xingran nodded listlessly, lowering her head even further to hide the fleeting smugness in her eyes.

But seeing his appearance, Jiang Huaijin frowned slightly.

Sure enough, it was all fake. Everything Xie Xingran said was a lie!

He spoke again, his voice still gentle: "Ranran, think carefully again. Do you really have absolutely no recollection?"

"Even if you can't remember their faces, that's okay. But do you remember how many people were saying those things back then?"

"Waaaaah..."

Jiang Huaijin's seemingly gentle questioning sounded to Xie Xingran like a relentless and difficult challenge.

He could no longer pretend, and tears welled up instantly, falling in large drops onto his clothes. He cried and twisted his body, making a violent fuss in He Anyao's arms, waving his hands wildly and kicking his legs incessantly.

"I really don't know! You're bad! Jiang Huaijin, you're the worst! I hate you!"

He cried and screamed his accusations, kicking his legs with increasing ferocity.

"Bang!"

A dull thud suddenly rang out.

Xie Xingran's wildly kicking foot landed squarely on Jiang Huaijin's face.

Instantly, a sharp pain exploded from my nose, spreading along my nerves to my entire head.

Jiang Huaijin groaned, feeling a warm sensation in his nasal cavity. The strong smell of blood instantly filled his nose, and a sticky liquid slowly flowed down his nostrils, wetting his lips and finally gathering on his chin.

"Oh dear! Huaijin! You're bleeding!"

Upon seeing the scene before her, He Anyao couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

She hurriedly reached out and pressed down on Xie Xingran's still writhing limbs, then turned to Bai Zhi, who was not far away, and shouted urgently, "Bai Zhi! Quick! Get the Qingyu Pill! Hurry!"

Then He Anyao gently patted his calf, her tone carrying a hint of reproach, but even more so of helplessness:

"Ranran, how could you kick your brother so hard? Look, you've made him bleed. That's dangerous!"

Xie Xingran remained silent, as if she had suffered a great injustice. She shrank further into He Anyao's arms, burying her face in He Anyao's warm clothes, leaving only a section of her reddened neck exposed, refusing to respond to any accusations.

Seeing him like this, He Anyao's heartache ultimately prevailed, and she couldn't bear to be harsh anymore. When she turned to look at Jiang Huaijin, her face was full of apology.

"Huaijin, I'm really sorry, Ranran is a spoiled child, too naughty and ignorant. Please don't take it to heart."

As she spoke, a wisp of soft, pale blue spiritual energy swirled around He Anyao's fingertips. She raised her hand to reach under Jiang Huaijin's nose, intending to stop the bleeding for him.

But just as her hand was halfway out, Jiang Huaijin slightly turned his body to avoid it.

He Anyao paused, her fingertips hovering in mid-air. The concern on her face froze for a moment before she reacted and softly comforted him:

"Don't worry, I've already sent Bai Zhi to get the Qingyu Pill. She'll be back soon."

Jiang Huaijin did not respond, not because he was unwilling, but because he simply could not speak at that moment.

He pressed his knuckles firmly against his nose and tilted his head back forcefully, trying to slow the flow of blood.

The excruciating pain in his nasal cavity felt like being repeatedly ground by a blunt instrument, spreading along the nerves to his temples, throbbing with pain. Based on this pain alone, Jiang Huaijin knew that his nasal bones were probably broken.

Warm blood kept flowing out from between his fingers, quickly staining his fingertips red, sliding down his jawline, and dripping onto his chest, spreading a large patch of dark blood, a shocking sight.

The intense pain mingled with the warm, metallic scent of blood, a familiar sensation that sent a chill down his spine.

In his previous life, he was in excruciating pain and bleeding profusely before he died. The culprit behind all of this was Xie Xingran, who was hiding in someone's arms and pretending to be pitiful.

A chilling cold surged from the depths of his heart. Jiang Huaijin suppressed his dizziness and looked through the blurred bloodstains to the figure in He Anyao's arms.

Just then, Xie Xingran peeked out from He Anyao's arms, revealing half of her fair face. Her eyes, which had been filled with tears just moments before, now shone strangely as she stared straight at him.

Meeting Jiang Huaijin's gaze, Xie Xingran showed no remorse whatsoever. Instead, she curled her lips into a faint yet malicious smile.

The smile, hidden beneath He Anyao's veil, was both secretive and glaring. Then, his lips moved silently, making no sound.

But Jiang Huaijin, relying on the clear shape of his lips, recognized every single word he wanted to say—

Go to hell, you idiot.