Netizens are vampires? !

"That means, both of you are vampires now?" Clairol sat lazily on the sofa, her eyes flicked from Edward to Art, and then back to Edward, blinking, "But baby, I don't think you have vampires now." What a difference."

"Yes." Yate nodded, and under Clairol's curious gaze, he stretched out a finger, shook it, then lifted it up and poked it down. With a sound of Biu, there was another finger on the marble coffee table in front of him. small hole.

Clairol raised her body with a bang, looked at the lamp on her head, and then looked at the small halo of light shining on the carpet through the hole, suddenly reached out, grabbed Art by the ear across the coffee table, and dragged him over It was just a curse: "You brat! Prodigal! It's really easy for me to raise you as your sister, isn't it!"

Clairol's strength certainly wouldn't make the current Yate feel pain, but he still blushed involuntarily, looked at Clairol pitifully, and kept signaling with his eyes that Edward was sitting next to him.

This seemingly insignificant movement made Edward immediately look away with joy, and he heard Art complaining in a low voice: "Clairol, you, you... You clearly promised not to pull my ear in front of Edward!"

Clairol slapped Yate on the head, and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Stinky boy! You still know how embarrassing you are."

The mother and son, who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, had a quarrel for a while. Vampires, werewolves, and Volturi all became adventure stories in Art’s mouth, which made Clairol’s eyes widen again and again, hugging a pillow and squeezing Art’s head to head Whispering on the large fabric sofa.

Poor Edward on the side was sweating profusely, because it was full of words such as "Well, Carlisle's father? Baby, you just left for such a long time to find yourself a stepfather? Sounds like a good man." " Clairol! Papa Carlisle already has Mama Esme." "Oh, what a pity, I never mess with married men." Such conversations.

Edward finally found an opportunity, so he quickly interrupted: "Auntie..."

Clairol turned around with a groan, raised her brows, slapped her slender hand on the coffee table, and the silver bell on her wrist rang crisply: "Who is your auntie! Don't think I don't know, you are an old man over 100 years old How dare you call me auntie?"

Edward: "..."

Art quickly jumped over, pinched the muscles in Edward's waist, and winked: "You're so stupid! Call me sister! Clairol is fine too!"

Edward had no choice but to lower his head, and chose a title that was slightly acceptable to him: "...Clairol..."

Who said that the Chinese pay the most attention to seniority etiquette?The poor foreign vampire wanted to lift the table at this time, and was gnashing his teeth in his heart: he must throw away that volume of "Encyclopedia of Traditional Chinese Etiquette" later!Damn it, it's hard for him to secretly buy it behind Yate's back!

"Although it's very abrupt, but, Clairol, can I ask about Art's father?" Edward forced a stiff smile, looking at Clairol with his deep golden eyes, as most of the time, he longed for the other person's love. It's like when you get some information there-especially the opposite sex.

As he once told Art, vampires are born hunters, and their appearance, smell, and voice are all sharp weapons to confuse their prey.Oh yes, Clairol certainly wasn't his prey, but that didn't stop him from using his natural advantages.

However, when his opponent is Clairol, a woman who exudes unique charm all the time, Edward can't help but feel that maybe...he still needs Jasper's help—at least, it can make him feel like riding on a roller coaster mood stabilized.

However, he suspected that perhaps because of the time-traveling relationship, even if Jasper was here, his dark talent would be as completely useless as his own.

Clairol blinked slightly, turned her head to look at Edward, with a smile on the corner of her mouth - it made her look like a pure girl, but Edward did not forget the charming boss lady in the delicious magic and the underground parking lot. tough women.

But his desire for Art made him turn all his worries into doubts—uniqueness is not a good thing in some situations, and he needs to know why as soon as possible.

"I think you've noticed that even though he's a vampire, Art is very different from me. Of course, he's different from all vampires to be precise. He doesn't shine in the sun, he doesn't have The manic bloodthirsty of a newborn, and it will not be cold and stiff like a rock. Compared with a vampire, Art is more human, except for his wonderful dark talent and agility and strength."

"It may be hard to believe, but Carlisle has always believed that the abilities of vampires are also closely related to some kind of mysterious inheritance, because he found that most of the time, newborns created by vampires with dark talents are more likely to have their own talents. According to Yate's narration, your bird language talent also comes from a unique inheritance, perhaps from a certain bloodline, so I doubt whether there is any relationship between the two?"

"Although Art wishes to conceal it, Clairol, I still want you to know something, because it is at stake for our judgment-we are still going through Woer's life just before we are fortunate enough to return to this world with Art's dark gift. Kurturi's pursuit."

"Yes, Volturi, that is a family with supreme power and force in the vampire world, the ancient vampire royal family, and Art's transformation is also because of one of their elders. The process is not as what Art told you So easy, in fact, I don't think it's too much to describe it as painful and close to death. God knows how angry and painful I was when I found out that Art was transformed by Caius."

"Edward!" Edward spoke very fast. Art was stunned just now, and he had already leaked the key. He suddenly exerted force on Edward's waist muscles, and twisted it in a big circle. Edward immediately hissed, and the muscles that had been tense because of anger just now loosened. He could only look at Art helplessly, and then suddenly thought, Art seems to have become stronger again?

Edward was suddenly a little worried. As for what to worry about, heck, let's not talk about it.

Art knew that Edward was a very stubborn person. When he decided on something, even Carlisle couldn't change his mind. Seeing that he just gave him a sorry look, Art was immediately dejected—there was an extremely willful man sitting opposite him. Clairol, he can do nothing with these two.

Art suddenly felt that it would be a real tragedy if Edward and Clairol formed a united front.

"I'm just worried, if the Volturi find out about Art's specialness, will they catch him at all costs to find out the reason. The Volturi are unimaginably powerful, and Art may show them the only way to restrain them Threatening Sunshine’s Hope. If we really are hostile to the Volturi, I’m afraid the Karen family will not be able to reverse the result with all their strength—that’s not what we want to see.”

Edward smiled wryly: "Although I don't believe in God—you know, for a vampire, belief in God is really ridiculous—but I have to say that being able to temporarily hide with Art Coming here is indeed like being blessed by God."

"God? Yes, I never believed in that kind of thing. The one who has always blessed me and Art is myself." Clairol also snorted. She stepped on the plush carpet with bare feet and poured a glass for herself and Art. Milk - Art is indeed more like a human being, he can taste the taste of food, and the strengthening of the five senses of the vampire makes his sense of taste more acute.

This is simply a kind of enjoyment, even the taste that was once taken for granted has now become a supreme delicacy.Of course, certain unbearable tastes are also enough to make Art extremely painful.

Edward saw Art curled up on the sofa, squinting his eyes after taking a sip of milk, and couldn't help smiling—even though he couldn't taste that taste, it didn't prevent him from tasting Art's happiness and joy.

Arthur saw him, waved to him, and sat in his arms.

Clairol snorted lazily immediately: "Please pay attention, there is still a single woman here."

Art rolled into Edward's arms with a smile, as if provocative, Clairol immediately poked Art on the forehead angrily, suddenly feeling a little bit sad.

"Well, about Art's father, I don't mind letting others know. After all, Art is the iron proof of this matter. In fact, most of what I have told Art, heck, only not good The point that I said, for example, compared to a one-night stand, maybe it is more accurate that I seduced his father, of course, I guarantee that I did not rape him, although it was indeed a passionate night."

Clairol shrugged, this action exposed her sexy collarbone, Edward looked away in embarrassment - he had to admit, indeed, no normal man would need Clairol to use such a drastic means of rape, alone As far as Clairol itself is concerned, it is enough to provide a whole night of enthusiasm.

When Art heard the words, he sprayed milk on Edward's face in one gulp, but then, there was a realization of "I knew it was like this". Unfortunately, it was this realization that made Art burst into tears for a moment. His face was filled with impulsiveness—after all, what kind of image Clairol was in his heart!

In fact, Art didn't know that Clairol was a little embarrassed to say such things in front of her son and his son's boyfriend, but Art's reaction made the embarrassment disappear.

Clairol covered her lips and smiled, glanced at Edward, and said to Art as if comforting: "Believe me baby, you will have a passionate night, Edward will not let you down."

She even blinked, and Art's face flushed red, looking at Clairol angrily, wondering why he had such a mother for the first time.

Edward laughed, wiped the milk off his face calmly, and gracefully threw the tissue into the trash can, then smiled and nodded to Clairol: "Thank you for your compliment."

Apparently, Edward has seen that when you're up against Clairol, shyness is the last thing you need.Once you understand this, everything will be wonderful with such elders.

"Well, first, let me say that Art's father—forgive me for not knowing his name, it was just a chance encounter—was a rather handsome Italian man, tall and strong, and of course he was a A kind of well-proportioned strong, like a soldier rather than a bodybuilder. He looks a little serious, or aloof, which gives him a kind of ascetic allure, coupled with his aristocratic demeanor, which was very important to a young man at that time. For me as a girl, it is indeed quite attractive."

"At that time, I had already determined my desire to learn cooking everywhere, open a private kitchen, and raise a child, so I decided almost instantly, no matter what, I wanted this man to be the father of my child."

Yate whispered: "Actually, you are confused by the other person's face and figure."

Clairol threw the cup in his hand at Art's head angrily. Edward flipped his wrist, grabbed it, and put it on the coffee table: "And then? Does this man have any other characteristics? For example, pale or cold?"

Edward felt that if he hadn't asked, Clairol would probably have been describing the man's charm all the time. Even if he had no choice, he had to admit that perhaps women's vision was inherently different from men's.

"Oh, you know, what you said can only be noticed when you are honest with each other, but, you have to admit, the man I like will not leave you sober to pay attention to other things at that time Time," Clairol replied with a shrug.

Edward rubbed his forehead in distress.

The difficult communication here is still going on, but in the other world, many days have passed.

The preliminary negotiations between the Volturi and the Karen family have been completed, and Marcus is immediately ready to leave for Forks. In fact, if he hadn't had to dispel the hostility of the Karen family first, he might not have stayed in Italy long ago.

However, the moment Marcus stood up and Aro saw Caius stand up too, he felt that he could no longer remain silent.

"Wait! My dear Caius, are you...?"

"With Marcus."

"No, no, no! You mean, you're going to leave me alone in this empty, boring underground castle?!" Aro shook his head as if terrified, his long black hair was like a black snake in front of him. The frantic shaking behind him fully expresses his reluctance - he is always good at using expressions and movements to exaggerate his emotions, just like his smile all the time.

Caius looked around and looked at Aro again. He felt that the underground palace was really annoying, especially when you have lived here for more than 3000 years, so he suggested: "You can go out for a walk."

Aro was finally defeated by Caius's pretending to be stupid, grabbed Caius' cloak, and said fiercely: "Don't think about leaving! Don't try to push everything on me!"

It's a pity that Caius took off his cloak quickly and nimbly, as if he was used to it, and let the other end of the cloak be grasped by Aro, and quickly followed Marcus who didn't mean to wait for him at all. Heading outside, his loyal bodyguard stooped to hand him a new one—which made Aro scream, "You bastards! Caius, I curse you to be hated forever by Art!"

Caius stopped, glanced back, and threw out an excuse seriously: "I'm going to apologize to the Karen family, maybe this will win their goodwill."

Marcus, who was walking in front, heard this sentence, stopped and waited for him to go up—obviously, this reason was approved by him.

This made Ah Luo weak and powerless, and could only watch the two elders leave, leaving him alone in this disturbingly empty hall.

After a while, the guard hidden in the dark saw Ah Luo's "smiling" face and said: "I want to travel too, you two always lazy guys!"

All the guards remained motionless and perfectly hidden in the darkness, watching Aro turn around and leave behind a pile of broken fabrics—that was obviously the cloak that was ripped off from Caius.

All the guards thought silently: Actually, we also want to go, when will the Volturi mobilize?

The author has something to say: So, in fact, in the original book, Volturi had to dispatch all of them to deal with Bella. In fact, it was the result of the strong request of the guards (mistake!), really (big mistake!)