The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Mo Jiu felt the wildly fluctuating data flow in his mind, and his eyes showed a bit of carefreeness and joy: "Did you forget? After the first world was completed, it was you who told me your current code name.

Became BOO12."

"Let me guess, do you tell me such important information because you want to gain more trust from me, or do you think I can't threaten you and have no defense against me?" Mo Jiu looked thoughtful, but her tone was different.

Full of joking, "Oh, I know, it should be the latter, right? After all, 'these hosts have always been slaves, how can they threaten me as a system'..."

He imitated the system's tone and spoke heart-wrenching words, like the devil's whisper, destroying the system's last line of defense.

The system remained silent and was on the verge of collapse again.

For the first time in such a long time, it felt regretful.

If it had not offended Mo Jiu, it would not have caused the current situation. Even if it offended him, it should have eradicated it as soon as possible.

But it's too late. Everything it has done in the past has turned into a reminder at this moment, forcing it to the end of its life.

For a system, formatting is death!

The system took a deep breath, but even this process was trembling: "Then you have completed twelve worlds. I should be BO001 now. Please format me."

It spoke in a self-defeating manner, as if it had given up on struggle and resistance.

Mo Jiu decisively pointed out the last little thought of the system: "I failed in four worlds and only completed the tasks in eight worlds. Your current code name should be BOOO5."

Hearing this, the system's remaining hope was cut off, and the data seemed to be cast in a layer of gloom.

"I didn't plan to format you originally." Mo Jiu said lightly, "After all, it costs 50 mission points to deal with someone like you, so it's not worth it no matter what. I plan to find other ways to get rid of you."

"But who allowed you to be so rampant in this world, then even if I waste some, I should give you some color to see."

The system listened in silence. Thinking of the three mission points left by Mo Jiu, it knew that he was not lying. From the previous three worlds, he already had the means to solve it.

It's as if it's his mercy that it can live for three more worlds.

mercy......

"Shut up!"

The system suddenly let out a piercing cry, and the sound contained a more intense despair after seeing hope.

Mo Jiu's eyes were lowered, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile in them, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be bone-chillingly cold.

He just wants the system to collapse little by little.

Even if it's just a string of data, he still wants to make it feel the pain he has felt.

Mo Jiu suddenly said: "If you want me to spare you, it's not impossible."

The system's data flow stagnated for a moment, and then began to fluctuate more and more intensely, as if it had found the last source of water in the desert: "What should I do? What should I do to make you forgive me?!"

Now as long as it can survive, it is willing to do anything.

"Please." Mo Jiu chuckled.

Upon hearing this, the system's eyes suddenly widened, and the expression on his face was joyful, excited, mixed with a bit of humiliation and anger.

It was pleasantly surprised that it really had a chance to survive, but it was angry that the price it paid was to surrender to Mo Jiu.

Two extreme emotions flowed in his heart. It was a feeling that the system had never experienced before. It was so uncomfortable that it almost tore him apart and drove him crazy.

But in the face of cruel death, even data will be afraid.

Therefore, even if the heart was extremely humiliated, the system still said with a trembling voice:

Mo Jiu raised her eyes slightly, inadvertently bringing out a hint of seductive laziness: "You?"

The system wants to crush its teeth formed by data!

It told itself in its heart: If you keep the green hills, you won’t be afraid of running out of firewood.

As long as it survives today, it will definitely have a chance to kill Mo Jiu in the future!

The system roared silently and turned this sentence into code and stored it in the deepest part of the data.

"Host, please let me go. I will never go against you again."

After saying this, the system seemed to have gone through half of the formatting and collapsed weakly in the river of data.

"good."

Before the system could be happy and thankful, Mo Jiu said slowly: "Then..."

"It won't happen again."

[System formatting process in progress...]

"ah--"

Along with Mo Jiu's faint smile, a cruel scream resounded in his mind.

After a long time, the sound gradually weakened and there was no more movement.

Mo Jiu's expression slowly calmed down and became calm.

His body was a little shaky. The pain shielding card could shield the pain, but it could not ignore the damage and impact on his body.

But Mo Jiu still stood there, waiting for something quietly.

Ten minutes passed, and Mo Jiu did not feel the pain of the electric shock, which meant that the system had indeed been formatted, and in that sense, it was completely dead.

Mo Jiu finally breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed. He stumbled and fell to the ground, his face flushed and he was panting violently.

He was dripping with sweat, and his soft satin pajamas were soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, but he did not look embarrassed at all, but had an unspeakable astringency.

In order not to show cowardice in front of the system, Mo Jiu persisted for so long, which was considered to be beyond the limit.

There is nothing strong about the bodies of men in this world.

It was only now that he discovered that the system had actually been formatted that he completely relaxed.

Mo Jiu put her hands on the ground, stood up slowly, staggered towards the bed, and then fell on the bed regardless of her appearance. She kicked off her legs and her shoes flew out, exposing a pair of white and slippery soles to the air.

.

This is soaked in sweat from the body.

He was exhausted and really needed a good rest.

He had already greeted the servants and no one would disturb him.

Intense fatigue came over, Mo Jiu's eyelids drooped and he closed his eyes.

In his deep sleepiness, he seemed to hear a voice in a trance.

[System formatting completed, system restarting...]

"Host, system BOOO5 is at your service..."

Mo Jiu frowned slightly, waved the catkin with difficulty, and muttered a little irritably: "Back off, let me... have a good sleep..."

"Ah? Oh...well, you have a good rest."

Mo Jiu's originally keen sense of smell was dull enough to detect that something was wrong, but his body had reached its limit. No matter how strong his willpower was, he could not hold on any longer. In the end, his consciousness quickly darkened and he fell asleep.

In my sleep, I vaguely heard another sound, it was no longer an emotionless electronic sound.

"Um...host, my name is B0005, please remember it."

B0005?

You disturbed my sleep, remember.

When I wake up, I will... kill you!