After the brush occupies those nights, it suddenly turns black.

Originally, the tip of the brush was still whitish white, but when the brush touched this leaf, it changed to another color.

Nanmen Bai Xiao couldn't hold on for too long, so he used the shortest possible time to directly put some ink on the distance between the tip of the brush and the pen hand.

When Zhang Wang was inking, he directly raised the brush in his hand and began to draw on the drawing paper in front of him.

He knew that his drawing skills were not very good, but he firmly believed that he would be able to describe everything in his heart on this piece of paper.

He didn't know what the loneliness on this floor was? But he knew there was nothing wrong with letting himself draw.

Then his choice is not wrong, then he has the right to continue.

Nanmen Bai Xiao smiled and picked up the pen in his hand, he gently said on the white paper in front of him what is something, at this time what is on the white paper in front of him.

Nanmen Bai Xiao patiently looked at it with his eyes, condensing his thoughts with his heart, where should he go, how to draw the first stroke, Nanmen Bai Xiao thought deeply, and quietly kept exploring the answer in his heart.

He's thinking about it, he's thinking about it, he's thinking about different explanations after another.

Nanmen Bai Xiao finally successfully painted his first stroke on that paper, its stroke is the appearance of the first layer, his painting skills are not very good and simple, so his painting is not particularly beautiful.

Judging from his current craftsmanship and ingenuity, it will take some difficulty to make a painting completely perfect.

What Nanmen Bai Xiao needs now is to reduce this difficulty, cut it to the minimum, and then successfully display a painting directly on this paper.

But when he stood with ink and used a brush to draw the first stroke on the paper, when he was about to draw the second stroke, everything on the paper disappeared in the middle of the lecture, and the first stroke he drew became blank.

Nanmen Bai Xiao looked at him a little confused, he didn't understand what the reason was, he obviously drew the first stroke, but why did he show it again?

Nanmen Bai Xiao I was curious about the answer I was looking for, and he thought deeply in his mind.

Then he directly put the brush in his hand on the paper again, which is its second stroke.

But when he used the tip of the brush to make a mark on the paper, he suddenly went to the next one, but when he lifted the brush, all of a sudden, the little idea did not disappear.

Nanmen Bai Xiao looked at the place that had disappeared questioningly again.

If he hadn't seen the stroke clearly, he would have seen it very clearly. Zhou Yu saw it very clearly, and that was very carefully.

His eyes were good, and he could naturally see what kind of changes had taken place on it.

It didn't change, it was just that everything he painted was gone.

Nanmen Bai Xiao lifted the brush in his hand again, he was unwilling to want to do it in one go.

So they directly drew the third stroke on this piece of paper again, and the two strokes just now gave him a hint, a kind of automatic elimination for you as long as you draw wrong.

This case is not right, but it is not wrong.

South Gate Bai Xiao is now more than following this hint, began to ramble on the paper to paint.

With the two strokes in his mind, he can automatically eliminate the traces he drew on the paper, so that means that no matter how much he spends, as long as the flowers fall into a mess, they can be restored to their original appearance.

In fact, this is still very close to the modern computer system.

Some computer systems because of some vulnerabilities or virus invasion caused by the computer directly collapsed, the system directly failed, and then led to the use of the system, temporarily as long as the system is used, under the operation of the system, no matter how to operate, no matter how many changes are implanted, as long as the computer is restarted again, and can be restored to the original appearance again.

According to the rules of the paper in front of me, it seems to be the same as the rules on the previous computer.

Nanmen Bai Xiao relaxed when he thought of this, and he boldly picked up the pen in his hand and began to write on the paper.

After about three more strokes, he finally stopped.

No, he doesn't know how to draw, but he shouldn't have the strength to successfully lift this pen again.

The pen is heavier, the mass is larger, and the density seems to be larger, because the energy without a hard drive seems to be countless.

So he didn't dare to easily keep this product in his hands. But only some adjustments can be made appropriately.

The step of adjustment is to put the pens down and let your whole body relax a little.

After Nanmen Bai Xiao put down the pen, his whole body felt a kind of happiness and comfort that he had never felt before.

It's a pleasant feeling.

It's like there's a big rock on his shoulder, and now suddenly someone takes it out of his shoulder.

When his big stone was removed from his shoulder, he became more than comfortable.

Nanmen Bai Xiao sat down directly on his stomach. Sitting on the ground, he quietly closed his eyes, and then his eyes were still fixed on the darkness in his sockets.

There was something vague in the darkness, but soon he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was the morning of the fifth day.

At this time, the sun outside emitted a strong light, piercing from the outside, shining through the mirror of this room, the light was sprinkled on the ground, shining on his face, and Nanmen Bai Xiao's legs left the ground and jumped up directly from the ground.

The first thing he did when he jumped up was to pick up the brush on the desk next to him and prick it twice on the inkstone. Then he started writing on the paper in front of him.

The first time it was still not presented on this paper, the second time it was the same, and the third time it was still the same.

When he was to the last time.

At this time, he was a little helpless and drew a big trace directly on the paper. His hand controlled the brush, dragging the long on the paper.

At this time, he did not stop his hand, but stopped it with the help of some energy, and then looked at the front of the trace he had drawn with both eyes, and he found that after he had stayed on this piece of paper for about 30 seconds, he suddenly found a pattern.

If he hadn't stopped, he probably would never have discovered this pattern, and if he still followed the steps to help answer this answer according to the previous train of thought.

It is estimated that he will not be able to answer this question in his lifetime.