Netizens are vampires? !

Feeling dizzy for a while, the body seemed to be squeezed through the viscous liquid, and there was a sound like pulling a bottle cork. The next moment, the inertia suddenly increased, and Art knocked Edward to the ground at once, and the two hugged each other After rolling far away, he bumped into a corner and stopped.

"What's going on?" Edward and Art raised their hands to cover the bright sunlight at the same time, shaking their heads in a dizzy look.

It seems that this is still the street in Waterla City, but the moon that was still hanging in the sky just now turned into a bright sun in the blink of an eye. The vampire's sensitive five senses told him that there was no danger around him, and there was no Emmett's roaring gun. There was no loud roar, nor the pressing pursuit of the Volturi.

It was like a dream.

After Edward and Art lay on the ground and looked at each other for a while, they stared at each other, moved their heads slightly, and kissed together.

"Anyway, I think, I need a cloak now." The kiss made Edward groan in satisfaction, but the next moment he had to look at his skin gleaming in the sun and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Yes." Although he felt that the diamond-like light was extremely dazzling, Art quickly took off his coat and put it on Edward for the time being - God knows why he still looks like a human being.

At the corner of the alley, the head of a five or six-year-old girl suddenly appeared, covering her mouth with her small hand, her eyes fell on the shining Edward, she was so surprised that she didn't even blink.

Yate felt his eyes turn back, and the little girl quickly retracted her head, but soon, the novelty made her forget the danger, and excitedly waved behind her, shouting in her childish voice, not sneaky at all. Consciousness: "Mom, come out and see God!"

A woman's voice sounded funny: "I'm talking nonsense again, come and work."

Art and Edward looked at each other and smiled—see, sometimes vampires aren't just about scaring.

And when the incomprehensible little girl pouted and looked back, the alley was already empty.

Edward took Art back to the hotel he had booked, but soon, he found something was wrong.

The room they had stayed in for several days had already been occupied. The hotel manager was surprised by his statement, and there was no information about his reservation in the computer records.

After being startled, Edward quickly called Alice and the others, but whether it was Alice, Jasper or Carlisle in Forks, all the calls either failed to connect or were made to the wrong person. When San's dialed frantically, those who were being harassed finally yelled at him.

The brown-haired vampire was wearing a black cloak he just bought, and stood at the door of the hotel. The phone in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and the cursing inside stopped abruptly.

Art walked over and hugged Edward's waist.

Occasionally, the guests who passed by looked at them strangely.

It was a day of exhaustion, panic, inexplicable, and overwhelmed. Edward's credit card could not be used. The hotel almost called the security guards. They looked at Edward like he was a robber. Fortunately, he still had some cash on him. To rebook a room.

confused……

This is the second time Edward has been so confused. The first time, when he became a vampire, he faced a completely strange world, strange kind, and strange desires.

He and Art hugged and lay on the big soft bed in the hotel, curled up, trying to curl his tall and thin body into Art's arms.

It was the only thing he was familiar with, the only thing he had.

Such a posture made Yate a little unaccustomed, Yate thought for a while, and said: "Actually, it seems that this is not the first time I have felt this feeling. I also seemed to have this feeling when I appeared in the square for no reason. Well, I mean, Edward, we can go back."

His tone became cheerful on purpose: "Look, I also left my hometown at the beginning, how strong I am now? Hey, Edward, are you not as good as me?"

Edward was amused by him, raised his head and kissed the corner of Art's lips, and whispered: "God, I was comforted by a 17-year-old boy."

Art grabbed his shoulder and shook: "Hey, what do you mean! I didn't discriminate against you as a grandfather!" Besides, don't you think it's weird for a vampire to say God?

The brown-haired vampire who didn't resist was dizzy when he was shaken by Art, and let out a chuckle: "Not bad power."

Edward grabbed Yate's hand, turned over, lay flat on the bed, pulled Yate into his arms, and said with a smile: "I believe that in the near future, you will also become a grandfather like me."

Art scratched his head: "Well, it's so strange, I was obviously bitten by Caius—of course, I can't find the tooth marks now—but why didn't I become a vampire?"

"But you have the power of a vampire, isn't that a good thing? Believe me, if there are women who know the result of being bitten like this, I guess most women would like to be bitten. Although it hurts, it is good for yourself. It hurts to get a knife in the face. Well, women, their perseverance frightens me in a way. Oh, look at me, far away, I mean, I have reason to believe that this time, we really We can be together forever."

Edward happily bit Art's finger, leaving two shallow tooth marks on it.

Art's fingers are still soft and elastic, white and tender. Edward believes that if he bites hard, he will bleed.It was hard to imagine that these hands belonged to a vampire—maybe, the one in front of him was a special vampire?

But Yate's face was wrinkled all of a sudden, and he lay powerlessly on Edward's chest: "I don't want to eat blood for the rest of my life. For such a long life, I still have a lot of things I want to eat!"

Edward smiled and glanced at the intercom phone beside the bed: "Scholarly family, maybe, you can give it a try?"

Art waved his hand, half-closed his eyes, patted Edward's chest, and curled up.

He was actually quite tired, the transformation was a pure torture, and he had just gone through that kind of American blockbuster chase: "Come on, do you still have money?"

Edward withdrew his outstretched hand immediately, and said solemnly: "Let's go hunt wild game, this is popular now, pure natural and pollution-free."

Yate: "..." Finally rolled his eyes in contempt.

It was Yate's mobile phone that broke the calm. When the phone that hadn't rang for several months suddenly rang, Yate didn't recover for a long time.When he saw the caller displayed on the phone screen, he even jumped up and stepped on Edward's stomach - at this time, Art's strength was enough to make Edward roll on his stomach for a while.

Fortunately the bed was fine.This was what Edward was thinking when he held his belly.

"Clairol!"

"Hey, baby, do you miss me so much? Look at your surprised look. How is it? Is America fun? What's the matter with your phone? Why didn't you get through a while ago?"

Art licked his lips and sneered, "Oh, the phone, that... Actually, Clairol, I'm in Italy again now."

"!!!"

After hanging up the phone, Art turned his head and looked at Edward: "I think, I know where we ran to."

Edward's stomach is already healed, and he can hear everything on the phone clearly, so he has already jumped up and packed things quickly. Of course, in fact, they have nothing to pack, so Edward is turning After walking around for a while, I just turned around and said, "Do you have your wallet with you?"

Art touched his pants pocket and nodded: "Oh, yes, it's like I always carry my mobile phone with me."

Only then did Edward let out a long sigh of relief, and patted Art on the shoulder: "Very well, we've slept in, you go and pay for the extra day's rent."

Art: "..." This is the second time he has been speechless.

Since the money Art used for the trip was basically untouched, it was more than enough to buy two plane tickets to China for him and Edward.

Yate suddenly felt like he was taking care of Edward. He snickered and spent money so generously that Edward looked at him frequently.

After all, Edward is not a real 17-year-old boy anymore, besides, he still has a certain understanding of the world of vampires.When all the things were connected together, Edward immediately vaguely grasped the clue of this series of strange events.

And when he asked Art to call Carlisle and got through, the facts became clear at once.

Traveling through space, this is Art's ability—or is it one of his abilities?

Before he became a vampire, this ability was only passive, so Art somehow ran to Forks and met the Karen family.

When Art was in Fox, he wrote many letters to Clairol, but only one was sent to Clairol, and the only one was sent by Art himself when he was in Port Angel.

Even when he was at Fox, the reason why Art was able to call Clairol was because every call was made by Art himself.

Now, thanks to Yate, they directly crossed two time and space.

When Carlisle received the call from Art, he was greatly relieved. Obviously, the patriarch had been worried about them.

Carlisle said: "Don't worry, my children, Emmett and Rosalie, were captured by the Volturi, but they are not in danger. Marcus, the elder of the Volturi, requested to have a formal talk with me. When the time comes, Emmett and they can come back."

Only then did Art breathe a sigh of relief. After all, if Rosalie and the others had an accident because of his relationship, he would be too sorry.

After thinking about Art's dark talent, Carlisle gave him a serious warning. It's fine if he didn't know it before, but from now on, he must pay attention to the use of this dark talent.

Carlisle believes that Art's time-traveling ability should be activated by his will. When he wanted to see Edward, he reached Forks. When he wanted to avoid Caius' damage, he subconsciously chose himself most familiar world.However, it can be seen from any scientist's conception that time and space are the most wonderful things in this world. Since Yate's travel is a fact, it also proves the overlap of time and space to a certain extent. If Yate If you use your talent indiscriminately when you are not proficient, it is entirely possible to be caught in the cracks of time and space and be torn to pieces.

Although the dark talent cannot be explained by science, in many cases, it is better to believe it than to believe it.

The wise parent of the Karen family comforted Art with gentle words: "No matter how long you have been away from us, as long as you know that you are still living in a safe place, even if we cannot meet, we will not be sad about it. I, Esme and Alice are both. Art, you see, we have enough time to wait for your return now, don't be too impulsive. As for Edward, heh, you need to take care of Art."

"Yes, Carlisle's father." Carlisle's low smile made Art burst into tears, and he hummed heavily.

"Good luck." Carlisle on the other end of the phone pretended not to hear Art's nasal voice, and laughed in a low voice. Art also heard Esme's concerned voice.

After a while, Yate, who came out of the sadness, looked at the stopped phone and screamed involuntarily: "No!!! Why is this an international call!"

At this time, Edward was struggling with two pieces of clothing at the counter beside him, and turned around when he heard the cry: "Art, which one do you think Clairol will like?"

Yate raised his eyes dejectedly, and muttered: "Trust me, as long as you bring your face over, she will like it."

But Art forgets that nervousness is contagious.

Art trotted over quickly, picked up two pieces of clothes and gestured left and right on Edward's body. However, Art did not forget to quietly flip through the tags on the clothes under the cover of Edward under the scorching gazes of several salesgirls. After sweeping it away, Yate immediately put the clothes back into the salesperson's arms firmly, held Edward's hand tightly and strode towards the door: "I don't like any of them!"

Amidst the regretful laments of several salesgirls and the hasty promises of discounts, Yate walked away resolutely, until he walked out of the door, he grabbed Edward by the collar and said viciously: "You forgot my card. What's the balance? You bastard!"

Edward rubbed his face, looked nervously at the darkened sky and said, "Well, I'm used to it, I didn't think about it for a while."

This is City A, where Art has lived for nearly 18 years, where Edward is about to meet his mother-in-law, and Edward has proved by himself that vampires are also nervous.

Poor him who is now being fostered doesn't even have the room to impress his mother-in-law by dressing up. The vampire who has lived for more than a century feels... the duck pear is very big...

The author has something to say: Well, I was a little stuck when coding last night, and I fell asleep when I was stuck.So no more~

I, I, I... I'll try my best to make the second update today...

Cover your face, those girls who keep F5, let me recommend a good article for you to read, so you don’t have to keep F5 (forget me, forget that I didn’t update, forget...)

"Skeleton Magister"

Super cute text, super cute little skull~

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