Even if it's already the third watch, it won't be long before dawn.

A gust of wind blew, and the person covered with the thick quilt was cold, shivered excitedly, and his nose was itchy, and after a 'sneeze', he reached out and rubbed his nose.

I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't, so I reluctantly opened my eyes. He sat up in his single clothes and calmly swept the inner room, not letting go of any corner where he could hide.

rubbed her temples with a headache, secretly blaming herself for being too careful, maybe it was too much killing in the past that made her develop this cautious character, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

Light the lamp, polish the ink, and paint with a pen on the four treasures of the study on the table. In a few moments, a black-and-white sketch of the character appeared vividly on the end of her pen.

He tugged at his lips in satisfaction and smiled weirdly. "As the old saying goes, only when you get into the bones can you draw the essence."

A soft sigh: "Unconsciously, you have lived in my heart, so unforgettable." But what should I do? ”

Dip some water on the back and carefully stick it to the head of the bed. Stretching out his hand, he followed the graceful lines and gently stroked the man on the painting.

Picturesque eyebrows, firm nose bridge, thin lips that are not full but full of temptation......

It's hard to describe, it's hard to draw. If it weren't for the fact that his heart was full of him, coupled with her amazing painters, how could she paint so godlike?

I don't know when a person sat at the wooden table half-covered by the screen, and that person had beautiful facial features, as if he had walked out of a painting.

Through the gap, the man was looking at the petite figure who was reluctant to look at the portrait for a moment, and his bright eyes showed a look of surprise.

Mixed with a hint of different color, the cold eyes seemed to be injected with a touch of the morning sun, and suddenly became overflowing and warm.

Perhaps he hadn't noticed that at this moment, the smile on the corner of his lips was faint, but it was not adulterated.

The faint smile didn't stay long, and in the next moment, the expression on his face changed a few times, becoming strange, first stiffened for a moment, and even twitched the corners of his lips a few times.

Then he was a little angry, his eyes with a hidden smile narrowed dangerously, and he looked in one direction in a cold light, full of gloom.

As the wind and clouds on his face changed, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became compact, and the flowing air seemed to become a little thinner, as if it was a few degrees colder.

Following his line of sight, a woman in a single dress casually pulled her loose hair, one eye closed, and the other looked ahead, her expression focused and vivid.

Bent slightly, with one hand on his knee and the other holding a small dagger in the cold light, he was engrossed in practicing shooting.

This is not the most important thing, the main thing is that the object she uses to practice is the portrait that she was reluctant to give up before, and beware of the object she likes!

Every time she shoots a knife, it will be followed by a string of scolding characters, and what is surprising is that after shooting countless times, the characters in her mouth are not the same, they change their patterns, and each sentence is fresher than the other.

I don't know how long it took, maybe I felt tired, so I wiped my sweat with my sleeve and wheezed.

Looking at the painting full of holes, she instantly smiled and bent over, and even burst out a few tears.

"Damn you! Miss Ben saved your life, it's just a matter of not being grateful, and you will take revenge! ”

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