Around the corner, watching Lena enter the house, Dawn supported his waist and turned out of Linhe Street.

Walking to the side of the main road, Don called a carriage.

Outside the car window, Nangang looks very noisy at night, full of people who come here to seek excitement.

Dawn stared at the scene and fell silent.

From the killer's point of view, the old housekeeper is always right. Kill Lena and keep your identity from being compromised. Is it cruel. A little bit, according to the old housekeeper-this is the price!

This is the price of not being prepared to do something, assassination failure, and finally implicate others. But, *, why should the people who saved me pay the price when it is clear that I have done something wrong?

"think too much, think too much. Dawn, you're a killer! " Dawn whispered, covering his face.

Dawn doesn't know what he's holding on to. I have taken on several tasks and killed a lot of people. Well, even if those gangsters are all bad guys. But last night, my blood gas value increased by 200. In other words, at least three or four cavalry died at their own hands in the melee. Are cavalry bad guys. Who knows.

"Falk!" Dawn hit the car with a punch. That's all. Leave Laiyan City as soon as you get better.

"Sir, this is the place."

"Thank you. Pull over!"

After walking for about five minutes, Dawn came to his second-floor attic.

I looked around and found that some of the small organs in front of the house had not been touched. Just in the gap under the door, holding a newspaper.

Dawn picked up the newspaper and opened the door.

"82 assassins died. Scary Face was injured. Bowes? It's the one with the giant sword, isn't it? "

Through the Laiyan tabloids, Dawn got a general idea of what happened last night. Dawn was once again grateful that he was able to get away with it.

Because of the severe trauma, it is not suitable to go out. Dawn simply stayed in the attic and stayed behind closed doors.

Fortunately, he still has system space, through this incident, Dawn also realized the strength of the master of morale fighting in the world. The thirst for great power is even stronger.

As soon as he has time, Dawn stays in the space training ground, improving the body's speed, strength, response and other indicators.

Of course, Dawn is also diligent in his skills. The battle against Bernie made him realize that he had not played a full role in his skills. In the past, he used a single skill and never thought of adding two skills together.

But last time, he used haste and ghosts at the same time, which instantly broke through Bernie's marksmanship.

Although there is an element of luck, at least it shows that this is the right direction. As long as you can control this speed, your strength will undoubtedly be improved to a higher level.

The martial arts in the world are invincible, but fast and unbreakable. This is especially true for assassins!

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On this day, after coming out of the endurance training ground, Dawn lay on a chair in the backyard to bask in the sun and relax.

After all, space training, although it does not consume physical strength, but still feel a little tired mentally.

The sunshine at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter always has a kind of lazy magic.

After a while, Dawn was a little drowsy.

In an uproar

Suddenly there was a sound of paper rolling, and Dawn's ears moved, ignoring him.

He is used to it, and it must be the neighbor of the painter who is said to be the eldest son of the city lord to dry his work again.

Hey. Dawn reached out and grabbed it. "Whoa," he opened his eyes and saw a large piece of paper in his hand.

There is no doubt that it must have been the wind, and Dawn praised his response to the sound.

When he unfolded the drawing paper at will, Dawn was in a daze.

This is a nude portrait of a naked man standing with his arms open and his legs together. The proportion of organs in all parts of the body is moderate, and the hair is lifelike, which is really an excellent sketch of the human body. But on this man, there are all kinds of lines drawn, which looks a little messy and destroys the sense of beauty.

What genre is this? Don curls his lips and has no future. at least you can draw a woman, but it's a pity for this realistic paintbrush.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door of the attic was knocked.

Dawn was stupefied. No one knew his address but Alan. And Alan will deliver the newspaper only in the morning.

Dawn went up to the second floor and opened the curtains. saw a middle-aged man with long blond hair and decadent temperament standing in front of the gate.

Dawn knew in an instant who it was. It must have been Robert, the eldest son of the Earl, his neighbor as a painter. Beth didn't run away. Because at this time he was holding a paintbrush in his hand and his crumpled robe was wearing a little paint. "knock, knock!" Beth knocked on the door again.

Making sure it wasn't an ambush, Dawn went downstairs and opened the gate.

Beth bowed his luggage and said, "I'm sorry to bother you." My painting may have flown to your backyard. "

"Oh, yes. Come with me. " Dawn opened his body sideways and invited Beth in.

"Thank you!" This bass is very quiet, completely different from the Bevan who exudes a strong sense of existence that Dawn has seen.

Don said casually, "you're welcome." By the way, that sketch of the human body is very good and realistic. "

Beth's eyes lit up and said, "do you know this?"

"well, a little bit, a little bit." Oh, Dawn touched his nose. His former girlfriend studied art, but in order to catch up with her, he ate a lot of books on this subject, and at least mixed up a realm of pseudo-literature and art.

"with all due respect, um, why are there so many lines on your body sketch?"

"because I found that there are too many mysteries of the human body. After measurement, I found that the length of the foot of the human body from the heel to the toe is equivalent to the length of the human arm from the inside of the elbow to the wrist. And the width of our nose is about the width of an eye. " It was probably rare to find someone to communicate with, and Beth was very excited and went on and on about his findings.

Dawn was shocked. Beth said this, of course he knew. He once read an art book that introduced the proportion of the human body. But he did not expect that this bass had discovered this phenomenon.

"after finding the same proportion of these parts, I think there should be a large proportion of the whole human body, but unfortunately, I haven't found it yet." Beth said regretfully.

While talking, the two men went to the backyard.

Dawn said with a move in his heart, "lend me your paintbrush."

"Hmm?" Beth handed over the brush questioningly.

Dawn picked up the paintbrush and painted a few strokes on the portrait of the body.

"Hey." Beth stepped forward excitedly and glued almost his whole eyes to the paper.

"when the man stood with his arms outstretched, with his head, feet and fingers as the ends, it happened to be a square from the outside."

"incredible. Incredible. " Beth was trembling and staring at the portrait like a demon.

Dawn continued: "with his belly button as the center, feet and fingers as the ends, just outside a circle."

After hearing this, Beth snatched the brush back, waving the tip of the brush and shaking his wrist, and a standard circle connected it all.

"wheeze. Really, it's true. How do you know that? How do you know that? " Beth gasped and looked crazy.

How should I know? That's because I'm standing on the shoulders of giants. Dawn said to himself.

Of course, he didn't discover all this. When he was learning about art, he recorded several very famous paintings. These phenomena of human body proportion are shown in Leonardo da Vinci's masterpiece the Vitruvians. Dawn thought it was very interesting at that time, so it was still fresh in his memory.

Of course, there was no way to tell Beth all this, so Dawn had to say, "I found it by accident."

"by chance? It's impossible. If you don't study it for a long time, you can't find it. I want to worship you as my teacher! " Beth grabbed Dawn's hand and said excitedly.

Well, Dawn was dumbfounded in an instant, thanks to me as his teacher? Are you kidding me? I even drew a square askew just now. Aren't you blind to worship me as your teacher?

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Dawn spit hard and explained for a long time before he reluctantly convinced Beth that he was really an art idiot and belonged to a pure theory school who only knew how to watch and did not know how to do it.

"A miracle, you are a real genius!" Beth kept praising. Finally, Dawn was kindly invited to visit his paintings and give advice.

As long as he was not allowed to be a teacher, Dawn naturally promised. Liandao must go to see it tomorrow.

Beth was brisk and immediately said, "I'll go back and get ready."

With that, he picked up the draft and turned around and left.

Leaving Dawn stunned to stay where he was, he shook his head and said, "I'm just being polite." Sure enough, people who play art are crazy! "

(PS: old rule, two things.

1. Bow and thank the book friends for the reward of "ladder-Yunzong" and "ngstone". Well, there's also the "crybaby" who sends updated tickets. "

2. Ahem. I don't know if I don't see it. I was startled when I looked at it. My book friends have the impression that there are eight "must-be gods" in it. * * Why bother * * Si, I am a kind raccoon cat, the curse is too vicious, cut me some slack. ^-^. )

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