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Yu Zhihuai transmigrated into the sword spirit of a demonic blade. From the moment of his birth, he was held firmly in the grip of this world’s misanthropic villain.
The villain, Xiao Wutong, was a cruel and bloodthirsty slaughterer. The demonic blade’s name shook the world, and the sword spirit born from it was pampered into a spoiled, willful brat. Later, the plot was forcibly pushed forward, countless people demanded that he and the villain die to pave the way for the young, growing “Protagonist.”
On the day the righteous sects launched their attack, the sword spirit, Yu Zhihuai, leaped out of the demonic blade and glanced back at the villain.
After all, they had spent years together, he couldn’t bear to leave him.
Unexpectedly, the villain remained cold and heartless. Even drenched in blood, he was stubborn to the core: “We are about to die. Why are you looking at me?”
Yu Zhihuai was so angry he laughed. In a fit of rage, he jumped into the sword forging furnace. Before leaping, he hissed through gritted teeth: “Do you think I actually like you? I’ve wanted to go our separate ways for a long time!”
The sword spirit perished, the soul bond shattered, and he no longer had any connection to the villain, Xiao Wutong.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed. Yu Zhihuai lived again, but this time, he became the childhood sweetheart and fiancé of the Protagonist.
The Protagonist had grown up by now.
It should have been a good match, but the problem lay with the Protagonist’s adoptive older brother. This brother was world renowned, the leader of the righteous path and he was also the villain from his past life who made his teeth itch with hatred: Xiao Wutong.
Yu Zhihuai: “…”
Yu Zhihuai broke into a cold sweat on the spot. Just as he was packing his bags to run away and break off the engagement, clues began to surface. Somehow, Xiao Wutong, who had survived that ancient catastrophe, seemed to recognize him.
On the wedding night, Xiao Wutong approached him step by step, clutching a long sword. “I find that you resemble an old friend of mine. What do you think?”
Yu Zhihuai desperately tried to keep his cover: “I don’t. Not even a little bit.”
While his mouth remained stubborn, he turned to flee. He hadn’t expected that the villain of two hundred years later was no longer the reckless youth of the past. In an instant, he was pulled back into a firm embrace.
Yu Zhihuai: “!”
Cold chains fell upon Yu Zhihuai’s beautiful, snow-white wrists. A cold sneer appeared on Xiao Wutong’s face, his eyes brimming with madness: “Not alike? Then why are you running?”
Yu Zhihuai’s eyes flickered guiltily: “…”
Boohoo… is it too late to blow myself up again?
One-sentence Intro: Captured by my former master for some “forced” love.
Message: Role reversal.
