Netizens are vampires? !

Alice was irritated by the eyes of the two old vampires, she raised her chin arrogantly in an instant, stood at the spiral staircase and turned around, hooked her fingers, turned around, led the two hesitant old vampires into her bedroom, and then swished With one click, he opened the wardrobe that occupied the entire wall.

The various costumes made the two old vampires who wore cloaks blink their eyes vigorously, and then looked away. They were a little horrified to find that in this extremely spacious room, there were wardrobes of the same size on each wall. .

Jasper who came in later stood by the door, coughed lightly, nodded with folded arms, and expressed sympathy: "Every woman has her own hobbies." A mature man needs to understand and support this.

Marcus thought for a while, looked at the huge wardrobe, and nodded slowly and with lingering fear: "Like Clairol, she likes cooking." This is really a very elegant, very useful, and very encouraging hobby.

In her own room, Alice was like a proud queen, her chin slightly lifted as she looked at the two old vampires, and her lambskin boots clattered extremely rhythmically on the wooden floor—obviously, Her current posture showed that she was completely unafraid of these two old vampires.

Alice has a great passion for dressing up, and when she falls into this passion, it is even as firm and serious as a certain belief: "I think, I have to make one point first, any piece of clothing is spiritual, if that If it doesn't suit you, it will have the effect of wearing a dragon robe and not looking like a prince. By the way, Jasper, isn't that what the sentence says?"

Alice looked back, and Jasper folded his arms and coughed a little embarrassedly - he probably wasn't as proficient in Chinese as his brother.

Unexpectedly, Marcus responded lightly: "That's right."

Alice looked at the old vampire almost in amazement. Thinking of the source of motivation for Edward to learn Chinese, Alice shivered for a while—that was terrible!

Alice rubbed her bare arms - she didn't need to wear thick winter clothes like ordinary people, it really didn't suit her aesthetics.

"Well, I mean, temperament is important, so, given the lack of time, I think we can change according to a certain pattern, even if it doesn't suit you, but it can definitely be simulated by training. This The good thing about it is that each mode has a lot of fans, and the damage to the corresponding fans is amazing, but the bad thing is that we may need to guess the questions.”

Alice shrugged, showing a treacherous smile, and gently licked the small fangs at the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue: "Hey, what do you think of my idea? I think you don't mind telling me about the charming Ms. Clairol. Right? I think, I can help you refer."

Emmett, who was crowded at the door to watch the excitement, looked down at his figure, and then did a bodybuilder's movement, and said to himself: "Maybe I am more suitable for this."

Rosalie glanced at him, looked at the lumpy muscles on his body, and asked, "A bodybuilder's tights?"

Alice, who was talking eloquently, trembled all over her body, turned her head in horror, looked at Emmett and shook her head: "No, please, don't treat me like this."

Rosalie kindly drags Emmett away.

Carlisle and Esme, who were the only ones left, immediately bore the sharp eyes of the two old vampires alone, and had to spread their hands under the staring gaze of the two old vampires, and left empathetically.But as soon as they left, Caius also walked outside. Marcus immediately stared at his back. Caius turned around and said without any pressure: "I repent, Marcus, you Keep working hard." Then he walked away, Marcus could only continue to stare, but soon, after turning around, he disappeared.

Alice looked at Marcus eagerly, jumping around him like dancing: "Hey, don't be so resistant, Elder Marcus, believe me, it's not as scary as you think, oh, just Like Jasper, yes yes, my dear Jasper is stunning in uniform, I can never resist his charms, eh darling?"

She lightly jumped towards Jasper, and Jasper stretched out his hand with a smile, caught her, hugged and kissed her, and said with a low smile, "My pleasure."

Alice was not at all shy about making out in front of strangers, and she didn't care how Marcus stared at the two of them coldly. She turned her head back with a smile as if some kind of powerful antibody had been produced in Marcus' indifferent eyes. : "Mr. Marcus, how is it?"

Marcus pursed his lips, and after a while, nodded very slightly.

Alice let out a triumphant cheer.

Outside the window where no one can be seen, there are several small voices.

"You think I'd fit that mold?"

"Maid?"

"..."

"Nurse?"

"..."

"Leather jacket?"

"..."

"...Could it be nude?!"

"go to hell!!!"

And in another world, after a period of training, Art finally gradually mastered his dark talent, ready to take Clairol on a "wonderful trip to another world".

In view of the difference in time flow between the two worlds, Clairol just put a closed sign on her delicious magic.As for Yate's university, it has to be said that Yate, who has become a vampire, can only pass by regretfully, which makes him look at his admission notice with regret for a long time.However, thinking that he could go to another world with Edward to go to university, Art quickly lifted his spirits.

As for the outside world, it can only be said that Yate has gone abroad to study. Regarding this, Yate feels that it is fortunate that he has no father, and half of his relatives are missing, so there is no need to think about how to hide them.

When he heard him say this, Edward stared at him deeply, deeply, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Art: "Don't look at me so eagerly."

Edward: "..."

When going downstairs with big bags and small bags to go to the airport, Art unfortunately ran into a few neighbors—a few old grandmas.

Sure enough, as soon as they saw Yate, several old grandmas immediately greeted them affectionately, as if they had met their own grandchildren: "Oh, isn't this Little Milk? I haven't seen you for a long time. Come, come, show grandma quickly." , yo, how come it grows whiter and tenderer?"

"Oh, why are you carrying so many big and small bags? Are you going on a long trip?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a few days. Little Milk seems to be getting stronger and stronger. You can't breathe when you carry such a big bag?"

"Hey, who is this pretty young man? A classmate of Little Milk? Look at this, he is so handsome! Yo, by the way, can this foreign young man understand Chinese?"

The old grandmas were so enthusiastic, they touched and pinched Yate, and felt that Yate had exercised his muscles, and he couldn't pinch anymore.

Yate almost burst into tears, but he had to put a smile on his face against Edward's questioning eyes and said: "Grandma Chen, Grandma Li, Grandma Shen, how are you, have you come back from exercising so early? Oh, by the way, Grandma Chen, your rheumatism is painful." Are you feeling better recently? I came back from a foreign country and brought you a bottle of medicine. It’s a native Indian medicine. It’s said to be very effective. I asked for it from a new friend. I kept it at home and forgot to take it for you! Ah , Clairol and I have to go out for a long time recently, so I'll get it for you right away?"

Yate enthusiastically took a few old ladies to the elevator, and the old ladies asked with smiles such as "Little Milk, is foreign country fun?" The handsome guys have been brought back, so I said our little milk is the most attractive. Only the ones brought back, how could those blond girls be abducted so easily?"

Edward blinked and blinked, his eyes kept falling on Yate. Yate looked at him blankly, pressed the button decisively, and closed the elevator door. Edward then slowly spit out a few words to express his inner sigh : "Little...cow...milk?"

Clairol said: "Tsk, the little thing is still so cute, I said, Edward boy, don't say I didn't warn you, I don't want to see the little thing blow up, don't call that nickname in front of him, although I think it's a nickname. Of course, if you want to see him blow his hair, hehe~" Clairol spread her hands without sincerity, "Speaking of which, you don't know his Chinese name yet, do you?"

Edward shook his head slowly with reminiscence, obviously still indulged in some kind of evil imagination.

Clairol raised her eyebrows, looked at Edward from left to right, snorted, leaned against the wall and said, "Let me tell you something, Edward, I haven't even told Art about this, of course, I am now Don't worry about him anymore, you will listen to it after hearing it, don't tell him, you know?"

Edward turned his head and saw Clairol casually looking at the beating numbers on the elevator. Although his dark talent could not be used in this world, he could easily see the heaviness under Clairol's casual expression and movements, so he clicked nodded.

Clairol said slowly: "You know our talent, that Niaoyu, maybe you will lose something if you say something, although this thing is not what we want, but our family is still quite short-lived, basically I can’t live to be 30 years old, 40 years old is the best, just like I am now. So, in fact, there is a reason why I have such a bad personality. Who made me live today and tomorrow? I don’t know if I will still be there? Please understand and understand!"

Gentleman Edward kissed the back of Clairol's hand, then looked up at Clairol's pure black and deep eyes like Greek blood and smiled, "No, believe me, Miss Clairol, you are indeed a very attractive woman."

Clairol nodded affirmatively when she heard the words: "Very good, you have a good eye, no wonder you fell in love with my baby, in fact, I also think I'm pretty good, I just wanted to be humble, this is a traditional Chinese virtue."

Edward was taken aback, and then laughed unconsciously—he didn't doubt Art's character now, and he did see similarities between Clairol and Art.

"However, the bird language is also a supernatural function, and it is quite useful. It's just that silly boy, Yate, who knows how to lead a group of sparrows to take revenge on people. What kind of indecent means like shitting birds can be used happily. Thanks to him for figuring it out." Clairol was annoyed and funny, "So, our family is still rich. And I, as a guy who knows that I have a short life, how can I spend so much money in a proper manner? Decades of time to study? So, very early, I started to travel around, learn to cook, learn photography, and look forward to the child who does not know when it will come. By the way, the English name Clairol, I don’t think you Don't you know what it is?"

Edward covered his lips and coughed lightly, nodded: "Clairol, a kind of shampoo." After thinking for a while, the auburn-haired vampire added reservedly, "It smells very good."

Clairol shrugged: "There are no other advantages. So, as you can see, I actually picked up this name casually, when I met Art's father in Italy."

Clairol stared blankly at the number of elevators that started to descend for a while, and Edward sensed that maybe Clairol didn't have feelings for Art's father as she said.

"I had a weird feeling when I saw him, it was so strong that I couldn't even fool myself with a woman's sixth sense - well, I admit it, my heart beat and my breath was racing at that moment Derangement, but I don't know if it's because I sensed that one could rid my child of this cursed bloodline side effect."

The number on the elevator jumped to 2, and Art would come down soon. Clairol looked at Edward and raised an eyebrow: "How? That's what you want to know, right? I guess Art's father is also a vampire? "

Edward nodded with relief: "Thank you, this is in line with my guess. Perhaps, you will see him soon."

"Oh, this accident is a bit too unexpected."

"But I thought you'd like it?"

"good idea."

Clairol blinked: "Hey, want to know why Art is called Little Milk?"

"You see, my name is Clairol, of course he has to be my last name, so Yili is a good name, don't you think?"

Edward blinked slowly, and understood why Art was so embarrassed every time he saw a certain advertisement.

The elevator door opened with a ding, and Art just walked out, staring at Clairol with wide eyes and claws: "You...you you you...you actually told Edward! Clairol, you are such a jerk!"

Edward saw Art running away, but his sharp vision allowed him to see Art's flushed profile.

"He's getting faster and faster."

Edward shrugged at Clairol, lifting the bulky bags effortlessly—God knows why Clairol had so much stuff to take away.

Maybe all women are like this?Edward thinks of Alice, every time she goes to a fashion show, she doesn't mind bringing more luggage as long as Jasper is with her, and of course, if it's just herself, she's always happy to keep the suitcase small No matter how streamlined it is, even that little weight is effortless for her.

"Not a bad name." Edward nodded in agreement with Clairol and grinned as he carried his luggage and walked out.

Clairol blinked, her golden eye shadow making her look voluptuous.

"Thank you for the compliment." She raised her chin slightly reserved, like a proud queen.