The world in the painting fell into darkness and then became clearer.
Zhao Fan's eyes fell to the beggar's position, no longer being beaten, no longer living with Yaya in a dilapidated temple, and his identity was frozen in a hard-working vendor setting up a stall. Yaya next to him dragged her chin to help.
The hawking is very cute.
Zhao Fan looked at the ordinary people who were the same type of suffering as beggars, and his destiny was changing as if he had taken a turning point!
"A hardship will be eliminated!"
Zhao Fan was in a good mood. He glanced at the Dragon Emperor's pen in his hand, and there was only 10% left ink on it.
Then, Zhao Fan's eyes fell on his middle-aged son who wanted to feed poison soup. He understood the other party's helplessness. He had old age and young age at the bottom. Life was too unsuccessful. My father was sick in bed for a long time. If he didn't die, then he would be
The son has to spend money to save him, and the children are very likely to starve to death!
"This is troublesome."
Zhao Fan imagined various possibilities in his consciousness, such as eliminating the old man's illness, or arranging a virtuous wife? For example, the middle-aged son accidentally helped the big man?
After thinking for a long time, Zhao Fan decided to replace the poison soup with non-toxic soup. The one used it was exactly the ink on the tip of the pen!
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Below.
The middle-aged son, carrying a big bowl of self-righteous poison soup, pushed open the door and came to the bed.
Everything that follows is the same as what Zhao Fan saw before.
Until the old father closed his eyes and waited for death after drinking the soup.
The middle-aged son collapsed and collapsed and cried. While thinking that he had killed his father with his own hands, he remembered every bit of the past. He was loved and cared for by his father when he was a child, and rode on the other person's neck and waved his wooden sword.
His heart trembled!
Regret!
He suddenly jumped up and checked his father's situation, and was still angry!
The middle-aged son carried the old father and rushed out, asking the doctor to save him!
"What are you doing, your son?" The old father raised his hand and beat his son's head, "It's great to put me down and just go like this."
"No, you raise me to be young, no matter how difficult it is, I will raise you to be old!" The middle-aged son insisted on going out, "I shouldn't have poisoned the soup!"
"I thought I didn't know you were poisoning? That expression could be seen."
The old father smiled kindly, but when he arrived at the pharmacy, the doctor rushed them out after seeing it, "Go, don't make trouble, where are you poisoned?"
The middle-aged son knelt in front of the door and told the whole story.
The doctor was very moved and repeatedly checked that there were no other abnormalities except for the original disease, so he said, "You may have bought fake poison."
The middle-aged son was very grateful, "It's a good thing that's fake!"
"I am short of medicine now. Those who collect herbs think the weather is bad and the price is increased and inefficient. It is better for me to treat your father. And you go up the mountain to collect herbs for me, and I will collect it at the original price." The doctor planned to help the couple.
Father and son.
"Thank you, thank you!"
The middle-aged son kowtowed and thanked him, so he took his old father back and asked the children to take care of him. He then returned to his doctor's house and spent a day learning about the characteristics of some common medicinal herbs, and carried a basket to the mountain to collect herbs.
Over time, the old father's illness was cured, and the middle-aged son supported himself and his children by collecting herbs.
Zhao Fan's sense of substitution disappeared and returned to God's perspective.
The world in the painting restarted again, and the fate of the middle-aged son and the ordinary people of the same kind of suffering have changed.
Zhao Fan's mood rose a little more!
"It's amazing."
Zhao Fan nodded, and at the same time, the Dragon Emperor's pen flipped, dipped one percent of the amount into ink in his consciousness.
He chose one among the ordinary people who were experiencing the third type of suffering. After thinking, he used the pen of the Dragon Emperor to start painting!
...
The world in the painting is restarted again and again.
Zhao Fan's consciousness is getting weaker and weaker. In some scenarios, there will be three or four failures in a row, and most of them will be successfully reversed at one time.
The time he spent in the world in the painting was calculated based on the normal time, which lasted for more than five hundred years!
However, every restart will return to the original day.
There are fewer and fewer ordinary people who are suffering.
Finally, in the 507th year.
Zhao Fan looked at the world in the painting and was exhausted after restarting. He looked down and smiled and said, "It's only the last type of suffering left."
The Dragon Emperor's pen dipped in his consciousness.
Now, compared with the beginning, Zhao Fan's consciousness is only 23% left!
Zhao Fan chose a common man who matched his goals, first thought, and then used the pen of the Dragon Emperor.
first.
fail!
The second time, it still failed!
The third time, the fourth time...
Until the ninth time!
success!
Only seventeen percent of consciousness remains!
Zhao Fan felt relieved as he watched the changes in the 100th suffering ordinary destiny.
At this point, all the difficulties in the world are gone!
Just as he was about to check whether his mood was sublimated with the improvement of the 100th thread, the Dragon Emperor's pen suddenly changed, turning into a stream of light and sank into his consciousness.
All of the previous 83% loss returned to their position!
And the world in the painting will be restarted at the same time and restored as before!
The beggar is being beaten, and the middle-aged son is serving poison soup.
Zhao Fan's consciousness body was also rejected by the "Dragon Emperor's Heart Questioning Picture" and returned to himself!