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Marcus stared: "..."

Clairol stared at the other person's trembling facial muscles, suddenly let go of Art's ears, looked at Marcus, then at Art, and murmured: "...Baby, I suddenly felt that this handsome guy looked familiar. "

Art O__O": "? ? ? "

"I mean, if the expression is a little softer, and the dress is as ordinary as possible." Clairol turned her head and pointed at Marcus secretly, "I mean, baby, this seems to be true. "

Art slowly opened his mouth wide, in disbelief: "Oh no! Clairol, I always thought that at least you can see that men are not bad."

"Of course, don't you think he's in good shape? Trust me, he's definitely got a six-pack under his coat." Clairol pulled out a pair of burgundy sunglasses and put them on, blocking the almost blinding man With sparkling eyes, he said seriously, "But...sorry, I didn't expect that he would grow into what he is now after I haven't seen him for a while, and I will pay attention next time."

The guards: "..." Only for a while? !It must have been hundreds of years!Well, it is better for them to keep silent at this time.

Eric gasped, moved closer to Dmitry, and asked in a low voice, "I still think there is a reference?"

Dmitry narrowed his eyes, touched his finger bones and showed an intriguing smile: "Not bad."

Eric's eyes widened, and the round eyes made him look cute for a moment: "Oh, praise for your excavation ability, Dmitry! But can you tell me what you see? ?”

Dmitry glanced at him, crossed his arms, and snorted coldly: "Come on, kid! Don't try to get something from me for nothing."

"Oh, what a petty device." Eric pouted.

Clairol over there has already extended her hand to Marcus in a graceful manner: "Hi, long time no see, I'm Clairol, maybe you still remember me? Do you mind telling me your name? If possible, I'd better not I really want to face my child without even knowing what his father's name is."

This sentence made all the blood-sucking attention fall on Marcus's face. The expressions on each face were different, but at least the same shock and tried their best to cover up - to cover up their elder Marcus That little bit of contempt.

How did the elder's son come out?They even began to doubt.

Don't blame them for being too surprised, you know, it's not easy for vampires to have offspring, and it's only been heard once or twice in thousands of years, and none of the poor half-vampires has survived-those cubs are born with Vampires have powerful abilities, but because they are too young to control the vampire's instincts, such monsters exist, and it is impossible for the Volturi to survive even if they don't do it.

Maybe the elders are more capable?

One of the guards who followed this time, Felix, smiled obscenely—his dark talent made him infinitely powerful. Correspondingly, he was also thick-backed. If you only look at the back, it is almost difficult to compare him with the Karen family. Emmett distinguished.

After the boring Volturi vampires discovered this, they all looked at the two guys who were similar in size and ability with the eyes of "Are you sure you are not long-lost brothers?" Many conflicts erupted.

However, men's friendships are all formed by beatings. In just a short period of time, the two big men became so familiar that they hooked up shoulder to shoulder.Thus, Emmett discovered one of Felix's faults—corresponding to his great strength, he also has a relatively large demand for certain aspects.

This makes Emmett firmly believe that Felix is ​​still at the level of "primitive savage".

As a friend, Emmett also held Felix's arm and warned him seriously: "Listen, big guy, behind every successful man there must be a successful woman." Look, they all emphasized "one", like Faye Lix's promiscuity is obviously to be despised, isn't it?Like him, Emmett, isn't there only Rosalie?

Felix responded with a huge fist - hopefully their friendship will continue to grow with yet another punch.

Clairol's reaction made Caius have to look away with pain in his heart, and took another step to the side, a little farther away from Marcus—thanks to his always serious expression, Marcus would not notice He despises his.In fact, he was far enough away from Marcus by the time he noticed that Marcus was actually so well-groomed.

Eric, who was always talkative, couldn't help murmuring unbelievably, and elbowed the guy next to him: "Chelsea, are you sure you didn't do anything?"

This sentence is just emotion, and obviously there is no need for Chelsea to answer. Chelsea, who is wearing a pair of panda-like dark circles and looks like a decadent uncle, draws out a serious "ah" in his voice——Chelsea's dark talent It is to cut off the emotional bond between people. Basically, Chelsea has played a big role in the loyalty of the guards.

Who knew that Marcus came to see his wife and son, and why did he ask Chelsea to come here on purpose.

Marcus stared at the hand stretched out in front of him for a while, then slowly reached out and held it. The faint eyes behind the wine-red lenses made him feel familiar, but a little strange, he heard I said slowly in a calm voice: "Marcus, my name." God knows that he is still recalling Alice's advice in his heart at this moment: "You have to calm down, don't be too impulsive, you know Yes, women have always had a good impression of gentlemanly demeanor, so don't let people think you are a wretched uncle. Well, although your age... probably uncle has already praised you."

The two held each other for a moment, and Clairol felt that the hands were wide, dry, and cold, like a rock that would never shake—oh, she meant, very manly, very manly, enough to support a woman's sky Feel.

Clairol felt a little strange in his heart, thinking, he really is the man whose heart beats faster and his breathing becomes disordered when I see him!I don't know how many such superb men I can meet in my life.

She knew early on that her life span was not long, so she never had any scruples in doing things, and she seemed quite headstrong.Still, Marcus...the man was her son's father, and Clairol felt she felt differently about him.

Clairol put on a coquettish smile on the corner of her mouth as always, and then twitched her hand back, but she couldn't twitch. Clairol raised her eyebrows and waited to twitch again, but felt a heavy force in her hand, and Marcus pulled her whole past.

Well, manly indeed!What a fucking man!

When Clairol's glasses hit the other's hard and cold chest and pinched her nose, she thought viciously in her heart.

"Clairol!" At the sight of Yate, his hair almost stood up, and he stroked his sleeves. He flung himself bravely and neatly, like a nimble little leopard, and the small canine teeth at the corners of his mouth were even thicker. is shining coldly.

Edward has been using his dark talent to listen to the heart sounds around him, and he has been prepared for this, and the movement of the volley is so skillful that one can't help but whistle.Art only felt a tightness in his stomach, just as he lowered his head, the hand around his waist was retracted, and he was lifted back completely, and stuffed into Emmett's Land Rover who had been waiting aside.

"Art, my dear, don't worry, calm down, calm down, that's your father, your father, Clairol will be fine." Edward grabbed Art, who was jumping out like a flea with a headache, non-stop Shunmao, couldn't bear to see Yate's whole body stunned by the shock of this title.

Emmett, on the other hand, smiled, showing a mouthful of neat big white teeth, stroking his eyebrows smartly, adding fuel to the flames and shouting: "Wow! Elder Marcus, you are busy! We won't bother you! Stepping on it, the Land Rover squeaked and galloped away. Tuluart ate a mouthful of dust, and still murmured in a daze with his round black eyes open. After a while, he covered his face with his hands. Moaning: "Oh...no..."

The dust dissipated quickly, and as the distance faded away, Art clearly saw through his fingers with his vampire vision that his unscrupulous mother had already hugged Marcus' neck and kissed him passionately It’s amazing, next to him is a group of Volturi guards who look at the sky and the world and wink at him from time to time. The black Maserati parked on the side of the road is lonely. The man in the suit who opened the door has kept bending over for a long time... …

"She's definitely looking at other people's good figure." Art explained with some distaste. He didn't even know how to address Marcus. It was so sudden. He had thought happily that if his father was really Carlisle That would be all right, but he never thought about that old vampire who was frighteningly cold and serious.

Carlisle brushed by in his black Mercedes, and the two cars were so close together that the rearview mirrors didn't touch.

Carlisle showed a familiar gentle smile to the dejected Art: "If you make such an expression, Marcus may have a problem with me. Who let me take away his son's love?"

Art looked at Carlisle pitifully through the car window: "But I hope my father is you."

Carleton laughed and leaned on the steering wheel: "But I have Esme, dear."

Art's face turned red all of a sudden, and Esme in the co-pilot's seat couldn't help showing a smile, but she still patted Carlisle, who was a bit too much, on the head, and couldn't help laughing at Art. : "Don't listen to Carlisle, in fact, I think, you are still our child." She glanced at Edward quite obviously, and Art's face turned red—he realized that he Sitting completely in Edward's arms, Edward's hand was placed on his belly, and he was touching it gently. The smile on his face was enough to make anyone enchanted.

Carlisle waved to Art in a "reasonable" way: "Don't worry, I'm a very enlightened father, and I won't bother you soon." He blinked, and the black Mercedes accelerated from the side in an instant, and Emmett screamed excitedly. Call: "Hey little guy, sit down!"

The Land Rover buzzed and chased after it like a wild beast, squashing the remaining ice slag on the road.Emmett was so excited that he opened the roof window, stood up straight, stepped on the car door with one leg, and was so wild that even his curly hair was blown back on his head by the wind: "Oh! It's been a long time since we met Carlisle is driving fast! Haha, there is no little guy holding back this time!" He even tilted his head in excitement, leaned over to hug Rosalie, and kissed loudly on the mouth.

Art was blown cold by the wind, and his face kept churning like waves, eating the cold wind—fortunately, even if he was not as hard as a vampire, he still had the physique of a vampire, so he was still safe in the howling cold wind Moaning: "Oh, Emmett, your... this..."

Rosali's hand supported, leaped on the back of the chair, stepped on the seat, and he punched Emi's chin with a very chic punch. You beast in heat!" There wasn't even the slightest bit of concern about a car accident—in fact, the Land Rover was riding steadily.

Art grabbed Edward's fingers and opened his eyes wide. Suddenly he felt... Maybe he still needs to adapt to the life of a vampire, just like adapting to his sudden addition of a father.

Well, in fact, when you think about it carefully, Marcus... didn't do anything bad to him, besides, he probably really fits Clairol's aesthetics, otherwise, even if Clairol has no morals, he wouldn't just meet with him Are people hugging so tightly?

Art felt that if Marcus was really nice to Clairol and reluctantly accepted him as his father, it would not be so difficult to accept.

Edward pinched Art's face in a dilemma, buried his head in Art's neck, laughed, raised Art's chin with a smile, and kissed him.

"Well, who made Emmett always demonstrate to us?" Art changed his position, straddled Edward's lap, put his arms around Edward's neck, kissed him first, and then explained to himself.

Edward clasped Art's waist with both hands, thinking, it would be nice to become a vampire at this age!Asians have really nice bodies!

He secretly stroked Yate's flexible waistline, biting Yate's ear amidst the turbulent water mist due to the speed of the car, and whispered a suggestion: "Perhaps, we have a better way to fight back?"

"You know, you're not as weak and untouchable now as you were before." Edward whispered seductively with his velvety voice.

Art was startled, and then recalled, his face was a little hot all of a sudden - especially when he found that his buttocks had been pressed against something hard.

Art swished his fist, and punched Edward on the chin neatly like Rosalie, and shouted: "Edward! You ruthless beast!"

Rosalie looked back when she heard the sound, the oncoming wind blew her waterfall-like golden curly hair into the air, like clusters of dancing golden sunlight in the thick water vapor, even if she knew she was a vampire, she could only It reminds people of those beautiful and elegant goddess statues.

Emmett, on the other hand, saw the small tent on Edward's trousers at a glance, and kept laughing: "Hey Yate, if you don't mind, you can punch his eyes. Oh, I've always wanted to punch his eyes , but Edward's speed is too fast, and my wish can't always be fulfilled, God knows how regretful I am." The big man shrugged to strengthen the persuasiveness of this sentence.

Edward clutched his chin and groaned in depression--Art's hands were getting stronger and stronger--he angrily replied to Emmett who was always fighting with him: "Scholarly family, I promise, you Your wish absolutely doesn't want to have anything to do with me, so keep putting it on your Rosalie."

He was suddenly so blessed that he couldn't help wondering whether it was because Carlisle changed Rosalie in the first place because he wanted to find him a partner, so Emmett had nothing to do to provoke him like this?However, after all, it has been too long, and Edward can't remember how he and Emmett's state started, so there is really no way to be sure.

Edward was depressed, but suddenly heard Art muttering in a low voice: "But, Edward, do you know? I heard it would be more interesting to drink a little wine first?"

Edward's ears moved immediately, he hugged Art, and laughed: "Oh, don't doubt me, dear. What do you want to drink? Anything is fine!"

Emmett turned her head jealously and looked at Rosalie: "Honey, how about you?" As expected, his question was answered with another fist.

"Use your poor intelligence in more important places, you bastard." Rosalie felt a little helpless, and brushed her long hair down her neck, feeling extremely powerless.

Emmett hastened to reassure loudly: "Hey, there is no more urgent place than this!"

The car drove into Fox Town amidst laughter, and then the laughter stopped abruptly.

Jacob Black, the young Quileut werewolf standing at the entrance of the town, as for Bella Swan next to her, oh, that was just an ordinary young girl, and the Karen family naturally ignored her.But none of them expected that it was this ordinary young girl who rushed over under Jacob's stop: "I want to talk to you, just for a while."

Bella's gaze was very firm, as if she had made a huge determination.

Jacob's eyes on the side were very angry and painful, which made the vampires of the Karen family look at each other. Emmett touched his chin and said, "It seems... something very interesting happened."

Edward stared at Bella Swan angrily, thinking, "I don't think there is anything more interesting than going home and having a small glass of wine."

The author has something to say: I suddenly feel that, in fact, this article will soon be finished, right?It seems that everything that should be explained has been explained?

Cover your face, should I write about Dmitry and Aro?Shall we write about Caius?But Caius and whom?What about Jacob and Lear?If it goes any further, I'm going to tear Jacob and Bella apart, hey, I didn't mean to.