It was another sunny morning, Nina opened her eyes, and the first thing she woke up to was to go to the window and look down. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's still early in the morning, and the street corner of Art Street is a little deserted, and the handsome violinist has not yet appeared.

The reason why I can't wait is not only because Nina likes this two-hour, sunny and handsome violinist very much, but also because according to the time, it is estimated that the fifth volume of "Jack the Great Swordsman" should be on sale in these two days.

And since the first volume was sold, Nina has become a loyal fan of "Jack of the Great Swordsman", and has collected the first four volumes of "Jack of the Great Swordsman" every issue, and has read it countless times. She is now desperate for the rest of the story.

Can the male protagonist Jack find the enemy who killed his parents in the first place and take revenge?

Will Miss Rose, who dresses as a man, tie the knot with the male protagonist in the end?

Is Miss Rose's father one of the masterminds behind the persecution of the hero's family in the first place?

What is the relationship between the mysterious man in white and the male protagonist?

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This suspense tortured Nina to death, and she couldn't even eat sweetly, and she couldn't sleep well.

Oh, by the way, the reason why she had enough money to buy a comic book was of course not that she asked her father for money. But when those all kinds of people bought the first volume of "Great Swordsman Jack" on Art Street, they found the opportunity to sell the book they treasured, and made a solid profit.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Nina freshened up a little, got dressed, and began to lean against the window and wait quietly for the violinist to appear.

The handsome violinist finally appeared, but unlike usual, this time he did not carry the case, but carried a large pile of long paper rolls and a small keg.

This situation made Nina very curious, why didn't she come out to play today, and she didn't sell comic books, what are these paper rolls, and what is that keg for?

The intense curiosity scratched Nina's heart like a cat's claw, making her almost uncontrollable.

Anyway, it's familiar now, and I've said it a few times, so it shouldn't matter if I go up and ask a few words.

Thinking of this, Nina couldn't hold it anymore, so she went downstairs with a knock, walked out of the house, and walked all the way to the violinist: "Oh, is your fifth book out? Also, what are you carrying such a lot of things?"

"Volume 5?" The violinist was stunned for a moment, and his expression became a little bitter: "Alas, the fifth volume may not come out for sale for a long time, haven't you heard, the comic club was closed yesterday." ”

"Blocked?" Nina was taken aback: "What's the situation? Why did you close the comic club? Who gave the order?"

"It's the master of Lermi at the Academy of Arts. The violinist sighed: "Alas, he thinks that these comic books are garbage, they can't be put on the table, and if they are sold on a large scale, they will tarnish the art of painting, so he came to announce that the comic book club is not allowed to draw comics anymore, and the previous paintings will be burned." ”

He ...... Even if he is a master of painting, how can he do this!" Listening to the explanation, Nina's lips trembled with anger, and her eyes were covered with a layer of moisture: "Those comic books are obviously very good-looking, how can they tarnish art?"

"After all, people are masters, and they are such a high-ranking and powerful masters, saying that they are not allowed to paint, what can we do?" the violinist had pathos in his eyes: "We are just some little people at the bottom." ”

"That'...... Won't you be able to make money selling books in the future......? Life is going to be difficult, right?" asked Nina with concern in her heart.

The violinist gritted his teeth: "I...... I still have some savings...... Well...... How much can it last for a while. ”

"I have a little savings here......" was about to say the most crucial thing, but Nina's words were interrupted.

"Okay, okay, it's getting too late, I'm going to get busy, I'll talk to you next time." With that, the violinist was about to leave.

"What are you going to do here?" asked Nina again, instead of stopping.

"Go and post this, post this...... Well..... "The weakness and sadness in the violinist's voice dissipated mostly: "I'm going to plaster these 'big-character posters' all over the city!"

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Vienna today is a little different, and there are many different characters on the streets, which are street artists who have long disappeared after the French army took control of the city of Vienna.

The only difference is that instead of taking out a sketchpad to sketch or play an instrument, they began to post pieces of drawing paper all over the streets of Vienna.

These pieces of paper are huge, but the contents on them are really very simple, there are no drawings on a large piece of paper, but only one or two words written on them. Several pieces of paper are connected together, occupying the entire wall, but only one sentence can be expressed.

"Go and post this, post this...... Well..... "The weakness and sadness in the violinist's voice dissipated mostly: "I'm going to plaster these 'big-character posters' all over the city!"

......

Vienna today is a little different, and there are many different characters on the streets, which are street artists who have long disappeared after the French army took control of the city of Vienna.

The only difference is that instead of taking out a sketchpad to sketch or play an instrument, they began to post pieces of drawing paper all over the streets of Vienna.

These pieces of paper are huge, but the contents on them are really very simple, there are no drawings on a large piece of paper, but only one or two words written on them. Several pieces of paper are connected together, occupying the entire wall, but only one sentence can be expressed. "Go and post this, post this...... Well..... "The weakness and sadness in the violinist's voice dissipated mostly: "I'm going to plaster these 'big-character posters' all over the city!"

......

Vienna today is a little different, and there are many different characters on the streets, which are street artists who have long disappeared after the French army took control of the city of Vienna.

The only difference is that instead of taking out a sketchpad to sketch or play an instrument, they began to post pieces of drawing paper all over the streets of Vienna.

These pieces of paper are huge, but the contents on them are really very simple, there are no drawings on a large piece of paper, but only one or two words written on them. Several pieces of paper are connected together, occupying the entire wall, but only one sentence can be expressed.