Chapter 3 Uninstall the System!

With such a short sentence, the attendant understood that Zi Xiao had taken a fancy to the other party's opportunity, and immediately completely suppressed the disciple and asked him to hand over his resources and so on.

Even if Zi Xiao clarified the misunderstanding, the junior brothers, junior sisters, and even his master all thought that Zi Xiao just didn't want his reputation to become bad.

Over time, the Holy Son completely became a taboo figure among his fellow disciples.

Mentioning the word "Holy Son" makes everyone tremble with fear.

Faced with such a situation, Zixiao was helpless. Can you explain? Everyone's misunderstanding about him has been deeply rooted.

There is no room for explanation at all.

Just leave it alone? More and more dirty water was splashed, so he had no choice but to find his master, but when he saw the look in Mo Yuxiang's beautiful eyes.

For the first time, Zi Xiao felt desperate.

"Damn it!!!!"

Boom! ! !

Just as Zixiao was roaring to the sky, there was a burst of thunder in the sky. The thunder was like the roar of an ancient giant hand. Even the monks were insignificant in front of it.

"Host, I have an immature suggestion. I don't know whether to take it seriously or not."

"Since it's immature, let's not talk about it."

"Σ(⊙▽⊙"!"

"System, unbind..."

"Host, have you decided?"

"Um……"

Zi Xiao sighed and looked at the fairyland-like scene in the distance, feeling a little melancholy in her heart for a moment.

Today the ancient Tianxuan bell was struck nine times.

When he was canonized as the Holy Son, he was also struck nine times, how ironic.

If my guess is correct, today I will definitely decide to depose him as the Holy Son. I don’t know the reason, but there is no need to know.

Because he couldn't even count the so-called sins on his body.

As early as a month ago, his master Mo Yuxiang had rejected his greetings. Walking among the sect, Zi Xiao could also feel the fear and hatred in the eyes of those sect disciples.

Why bother...

Zi Xiao smiled bitterly, he really embarrassed the army of time travellers. This villain didn't look like a villain, he didn't look like a decent person, he seemed a bit too cowardly.

"Host, once you are unbound from the system, your only chance to override the way of heaven may disappear. Is there really no problem with this?"

"Overriding the way of heaven? Haha... bullshit the way of heaven!"

Zi Xiao smiled self-deprecatingly and continued: "When I came to this world, I originally wanted to live an ordinary life. It was Master who brought me into this bizarre world! The monks compete with heaven and man!"

"I worked hard! You also helped me, but what's the result? The process can't be changed, so what's the point of having a perfect ending?"

"Should I be the mastermind behind the scenes, cannibalizing the Son of Destiny step by step, and then wait for the next Son of Destiny to come to my door, and I will eat again, and again, and again, and use the heaven and earth as a furnace to roast all the things in the world?"

"I can't do it, and I don't want that life."

"That sentence goes well. Life is like being forced into someone. Since you can't refuse, just enjoy it."

"..."

After hearing Zi Xiao's words, the system fell into silence.

After a long time, a breeze came, gently blowing the hair on Zixiao's forehead, giving his whole person a hazy fairy feel, as if he was not a human being.

"Now that the host has made his decision, this system will not give any more advice. We wish the host a bright future and a bright future."

"..."

The first blessing is not bad, but what does the second blessing mean? He was planning to flip the table and stop playing. What the hell was he doing?

"The countdown to system unbinding begins, 10..."

"3...2...1..."

"The system has been successfully untied. At the last moment of his death, these due rewards will be distributed together."

"Congratulations to the host for getting white silk × 100"

"Congratulations to the host for receiving the master's bellyband × 1"

"Congratulations to the host for receiving the love letter from my junior sister x 1"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the villain's charm halo x 1"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the aura of transcendence x 1"

"Gong...forget it, I'm too lazy to talk. I have to untie myself. I'm just saying something. Anyway, you only get so many rewards. Maybe we will never see each other again. That's it!"

Your system curses and leaves.

At the same time, the property panel, system storage space, system rewards, eye of insight, and voice prompts are retained, and you can choose to turn them on or off.

The system intelligence disappears, the system mall disappears, the sign-in reward function disappears, and the villain shelter function disappears.

Listening to the series of mechanical sounds in his mind, Zi Xiao felt a little reluctant.

It's not because of the so-called rewards. Now that he has decided to ruin it and want those rewards to be of any use, what he doesn't want to give up is the system itself.

The chatty one who grew up with him.

Now that he has decided on the future path, keeping the system is just letting the system gather dust. Maybe this system can find another host.

What's more, Zi Xiao, who had read countless books in his previous life, knew that the system and the way of heaven were in opposition to each other.

As long as the system is bound to him, he will never be able to escape this so-called fate. Instead, he will be alone from today on, and will die when he dies, or at worst, find a corner to live in hiding.

I'm about to become a coward. You can't just drop a hero from the sky and kill me, right? !

Thinking of this, the cheerful mood directly washed away the reluctance to leave.

"Dog System, I also wish you good luck. If you have the chance, kill that Heavenly Dao!"

After saying that, Zixiao turned around and returned to the Holy Son's Hall, started to pack up his things, took off the Holy Son's robe and folded it.

After all, this Holy Son's robe is a defensive magic weapon, and the sect will not let him take it away.

He also took off the bright red storage ring on his hand. In addition to many resources, there was also a Holy Son Order symbolizing his identity.

Originally, Zi Xiao had a systematic storage space, and he only wore this ring because it was a gift given to him by his master.

"Come gently, just as I walk gently, waving my sleeves, not taking away a single cloud..."

Zixiao, who had a clear idea, even recited the words.

After putting everything away, Zixiao sat on the chair in the center of the Holy Child Hall, waiting for the master's call.

Last time!

This is the last time!

This was also the time I chose to turn the table over, and I stopped playing! Goutiandao, listen, I will look for whoever I want from now on, and I won’t be the villain!

Take your time and enjoy the last performance I leave you!

…

at the same time.

In Tianxuan's main hall, all the elders of the sect were present.

There were even hundreds of disciples standing in the main hall. The faces of these disciples were full of grief and indignation. Some female disciples even needed people's help to barely stand.

They all have injuries more or less on their bodies.

The man and woman at the front had resolute expressions. Although they were injured, their faces did not show any strange color.

Anyone who reads it must say "good"!

These two people are also familiar to everyone. They are the two youngest disciples of Holy Lord Mo Yuxiang.