Su Nian, the saint of the temple, the embodiment of light respected by thousands of people, her biggest dream in life is to be a villain.
Ye Wuhen, the young master of the Demon Sect, is a cold-faced murderer who is frightened by the news. His biggest dream in life is to become a saint.
At the association of good and evil, the two accidentally triggered an ancient magic weapon and exchanged souls on the spot.
Su Nian woke up and took a look - the Demon Cult Headquarters! Black robe! Groups of younger brothers! She was so excited that she wrote a 3,000-word "Villain Career Plan" overnight, and the next day she formulated a KPI assessment system for her demon sect. The robbery completion rate is not up to standard? Deduct money. Bullying ordinary people? Buckle double. Is the reimbursement form written in the wrong format? Fill it out three times.
The younger brothers collectively collapsed: in the past, following the young master was life-threatening, but now they are risking their lives to fill out reports.
On the other side, Ye Wuhen stood in the temple wearing a saint's white robe. Facing the worshipers kneeling on the ground, he expressionlessly released a "Holy Light Technique" - exploding the dome into a colorful spiral.
The great elder asked tremblingly: "Your Highness, the improvement of this holy light technique is..."
Ye Wuhen's expression remained unchanged: "Beautiful."
One turned the demon sect into a listed company, and the other turned the temple into a martial arts training class. When they finally met, sitting in the Wangchuan Inn and looking at each other's faces that were messed up by each other——
Su Nian: "Can you stop making that cold expression on my face?"
Ye Wuhen: "... I'll try my best."
Su Nian: "Forget it, you should keep a cold face. My face is not so scary when I smile."
The two people looked at each other across a tea table, neither of them said that first. But I don't know when my hands came together. When he reacted, his fingers were already intertwined.
What about the promised career as a villain? What about the promised destruction?
How come we just—talked about it?
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