Villain: Overturn the table, I don’t want to play anymore!

The servant understood that Zixiao had seen the opportunity of the other party and immediately suppressed the disciple completely, asking him to hand over the resources, etc.

Even if Zixiao explained the misunderstanding, his junior brothers and sisters, and even his master, thought that Zixiao just didn't want his reputation to be ruined.

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

Mentioning the word "Holy Son", everyone was terrified.

Faced with such a situation, Zixiao was also powerless. Should he explain? Everyone's misunderstanding of him was already deeply rooted.

There was no room for explanation at all.

Just let it go? The dirty water was getting more and more thrown, and he had no choice but to find his master, but when he saw the expression in Mo Yuxiang's beautiful eyes.

For the first time, Zi Xiao felt despair.

"Damn Heaven!!!"

Boom!!!

Just as Zi Xiao roared to the sky, a thunderous sound rang out in the sky. The thunder was like the roar of an ancient giant hand. Even a cultivator was insignificant in front of it.

"Host, I have an immature suggestion, but I don't know whether I should say it or not."

"Since it's immature, I won't say it."

"Σ(⊙▽⊙"!"

"System, unbind..."

"Host, have you decided?"

"Hmm..."

Zi Xiao sighed, looking at the fairyland-like scene in the distance, feeling a little melancholy.

Today, the Tianxuan Ancient Bell was struck nine times.

When he was named the Son of God, it was also struck nine times, how ironic.

If I'm not mistaken, today they must decide to remove him from the position of the Son of God. I don't know the reason, but there's no need to know.

Because he himself couldn't count the so-called sins on him.

As early as a month ago, his master Mo Yuxiang had already refused. His greetings, walking in the sect, Zixiao can also feel the fear and hatred in the eyes of those sect disciples.

Why bother...

Zixiao smiled bitterly, it was really embarrassing for the army of time travelers, this villain didn't look like a villain, and the righteous didn't look like a righteous, it seemed a bit too cowardly.

"Host, once you are untied from the system, the only chance to be above the way of heaven may disappear, is this really okay?"

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

Zixiao smiled self-deprecatingly and continued: "I came to this world, thinking of living a plain life, it was Master who brought me into this bizarre world! The cultivators fight against heaven and people!"

"I tried hard! You also helped me, what's the result? The process has changed No, what's the point of having a perfect ending? "

"Do you want me to be the mastermind behind the scenes, devouring the Son of Destiny step by step, and then wait for the next Son of Destiny to come, and I will eat again, and again, and I will eat again, using the world as a furnace to cook all things in the world? "

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

"That sentence is well said, life is like forcing in, since you can't refuse, just enjoy it. "

"..."

Hearing Zixiao's words, the system fell into silence.

After a long time, a breeze came and gently brushed Zixiao's hair on his forehead, making him look more hazy and immortal, as if he was not a human being.

"Since the host has made up his mind, this system will no longer persuade him. I wish the host a bright future and a clear path to heaven. "

"... …”

The first blessing is not bad, but what does the second blessing mean? He is going to overturn the table and stop playing, what is the Heavenly Dao?

“The countdown for system unbinding begins, 10…”

“3…2…1…”

“System unbinding is successful, and in the last moments, these deserved rewards will be distributed together.”

“Congratulations to the host for getting white silk × 100”

“Congratulations to the host for getting the master’s bellyband × 1”

“Congratulations to the host for getting the love letter of the junior sister × 1”

“Congratulations to the host for getting the villain’s charm aura × 1”

“Congratulations to the host for getting the transcendent aura × 1”

“Congratulations… Forget it, I’m too lazy to talk, it’s all unbinding, what else can I say, anyway, this is all the rewards you get, maybe we will never see each other again, so let’s just leave it at that!”

Your system leaves with a curse.

At the same time, keep the attribute panel, keep the system storage space, keep the system rewards, keep the eye of insight, keep the voice prompts, and you can choose to turn on or off

Close.

System intelligence disappears, system mall disappears, sign-in reward function disappears, villain shelter function disappears.

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

It's not because of the so-called rewards. Since he has decided to give up, what's the use of those rewards? What he doesn't want is the system itself.

The chatterbox who grew up with him.

Now that he has decided on the future path, keeping the system is just to let the system be covered in dust. Maybe the system can find another host.

What's more, Zixiao, who read countless books in his previous life, knows that the system and the way of heaven are inherently opposite.

As long as the system is always bound to him, then this so-called fate is estimated to never escape. Instead, he will be alone from today. If he dies, he will die. At most, he will find a corner to hide.

I'm going to hide, you can't just send a protagonist from the sky to kill me, right? !

Thinking of this, the cheerful mood directly broke through the reluctance to leave.

"You dog system, I wish you good luck. If you have a chance, kill that Tiandao!"

After that, Zixiao turned around and returned to the Holy Son Hall, and began to pack up his things. He took off the Holy Son robe on his body and folded it.

After all, this Holy Son 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 that symbolized his identity.

Originally, Zixiao had a system storage space, and he took this ring because it was a gift given to him by his master.

"Come quietly, just as I leave quietly, waving my sleeves, without taking a cloud away..."

Zixiao, who was clear in his thoughts, even recited a word.

After packing everything up, Zixiao sat on the chair in the center of the Holy Son Hall, waiting for the call of his master.

The last time!

This is the last time!

This is also the time I choose to flip the table. I don't want to play anymore! Listen, Gou Tiandao, you can find whoever you want in the future. I won't be a villain anymore!

Enjoy my last performance for you!

...

At the same time.

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

There were even hundreds of disciples standing in the hall. Their faces were full of grief and anger. Some female disciples even needed people's support to barely stand.

They were more or less injured.

The man and woman in the front had a firm look on their faces. Although they were also injured, they did not show any strange color on their faces.

Anyone who saw them would say good!

These two people were also very familiar to everyone. They were the two youngest disciples of Saint Lord Mo Yuxiang.