Netizens are vampires? !

Compared with Bella's worries and grievances, the Karen family had a happy dinner time. During this period, Clairol generously showed her superb cooking skills to many vampires, cooking a whole table of blood products, which shocked Even Esme, who has studied this specifically, is dazzled.

Clairol has always been proud of her culinary skills. She put down her rolled up hair and pinched the face of Art, who was next to him, and said with a smile: "It's my skill to support my family. I can't let the baby compare to it, right?" She raised her eyebrows. Chin, "There is always only the unexpected, and there is nothing I can't do."

Marcus, an old vampire who hasn't eaten cooked food for more than 3000 years, naturally couldn't help at all, but when he heard the word "support a family", he immediately said: "I will take care of you, from now on."

His voice was very sincere, and his expression was very serious. Clairol had just plated the spicy Xuewang dish that was intentionally contrasted with Yate. He was slightly startled when he heard the words, and then turned around and smiled: "Fortunately, you didn't say you would raise me. from self-sufficiency."

Marcus's face darkened, and Alice had already jumped out happily carrying the dishes. Carlisle and Esme glanced at each other. There was a bit of cunning in the golden eyes, but Esme With a twist at the waist, he left quietly.As for the guards hanging on the spruce outside the window and sniffing, they already saw that something was wrong and hurriedly slipped away along the tree.In the blink of an eye, Art was the only one left in the spacious and bright kitchen that was rarely used in the Carlisle family—he rubbed his eyes in horror, and found that he really saw something in the eyes that Marcus looked over. Embarrassment and request.

Art embraced Clairol's shoulders, and said with the same solemn expression as Marcus: "Don't worry, I will support you."

Clairol pinched Art's ear and gave him a sideways glance, saying, "Brat, shouldn't it be natural for you to raise me?"

No one expected that Marcus would intervene and be so decisive: "It's only natural for me to raise you. Clairol, I am your husband and Art's father."

Art gave Marcus a thumbs up behind Clairol, and then said, "That... how much savings do you have?"

Marcus: "..." Can he say almost zero?

The 3000-year-old vampire who had lived in the underground palace turned pale from the shock of the cruel facts.

Clairol leaned against the wall with a smile, and managed to stretch out a finger to pick up Marcus's chin-of course, because of the height problem, this action was very difficult, but she didn't mind: "It's okay, I have a deposit. Okay , Those are probably useless now, but, I think, making money is not difficult for me, I’m used to it, so I don’t mind raising you, Marcus!” She gestured to Marcus with her eyes A coveted figure.

Marcus' face turned from white to black, but what Arter didn't expect was that he agreed straight away: "Okay."

Clairol's face became tangled for a moment, and she turned and leaned against the wall to leave.

Art immediately looked up to Marcus: Pure man!A pure man who can bend and stretch!

Marcus watched Clairol leave, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand, and patted Art's head lightly, at the end, he pressed down with some reluctance: "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you at first. I will not do it again."

Yate's face turned red, and he grabbed his messy hair and whispered: "No, actually, we misunderstood, Caius actually took good care of me."

Marcus frowned, and said thoughtfully, "Caius...he really treats you very well."

Because there are all vampires present, most of the food for dinner is blood products, which makes Art a big sigh of relief-the Chinese recipe is so powerful that it is unimaginable, for these people who don’t even touch the internal organs of animals For foreigners, Yate felt that even these vampires who could bite anyone they saw still needed to be trained in their psychological acceptance.

Art doesn't think about eating a big plate of worms when he was a child. Although the food tastes good, when he grows old enough to realize how weird the ingredients of his childhood recipes are, he has infinite moments. The urge to amplify the foreign half of his body—that would give a legitimate reason to his taboo.

Art sat with Edward, next to Marcus.

As Art took his seat, the stern old vampire coughed softly and pushed a plate in front of Art—a perfectly diced veal steak that Clairol had prepared for himself and Art.

Art tilted his head in surprise, but Marcus had a calm expression on his face. Even though all the vampires in Cullen's house were staring at him, he didn't even look back at Alice, even though the other party asked him to meet Clairol for the first time. Time plays a role similar to that of a glowing Christmas tree.

"You may not be used to the power of vampires yet." Marcus handed the fork to Art.

Art was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Yes."

Clairol is good at both Eastern and Western cooking. Yate is naturally familiar with Western etiquette since he was a child. He uses knives and forks similar to chopsticks. A teacup would be smashed to pieces, but it's much better now.But his weird vampire seems to be different from others, whether it is strength or talent, it seems to be not fixed, and occasionally grows, so after so many days, it is still not well controlled.

He didn't expect Marcus to notice this, since he had only known him for less than a day.

No wonder such a picky woman like Clairol couldn't forget him.

Arter accepted Marcus' kindness with a little embarrassment. Edward narrowed his golden eyes, and leaned into Arter's ear and whispered: "You are not the only one who is embarrassed." I gestured.

Art suddenly remembered his dark talent—Even though Marcus was powerful and Edward couldn't hear him clearly, it was enough to show that Edward was born to be good at observing words and feelings, right?

Art rolled his eyes, leaned over, and kissed Marcus loudly on the face-the sound immediately stopped all vampires from eating.Marcus trembled even more, and accidentally swiped the knife and fork on the table, unable to recover for a while.

Yate smiled and said, "Thank you!" Then he sat down as if nothing had happened.

All the vampires in the room looked at Marcus, and after seeing him for a moment, Marcus' old face turned red, and all the vampires fell silent.

The Volturi guards in the dark wanted to cover their faces, probably feeling that the dignified elder was a little bit ashamed.

Rosalie glanced at Emmett, and suddenly felt that Marcus, an old vampire, was actually quite pure—if compared with Emmett.

The rather pure old vampire looked at the several-inch hole made by his own knife, and said in a daze, "Sorry."

"Marcus, I don't think we need to be so polite between us." Carlisle looked at Art and then at Clairol, "If you are willing to hold a wedding. Of course, more than one is fine. Scholarly Family status" Carlisle teased with a meaningful smile.

Marcus stared at Edward seriously, the pressure from the vampire elders made the young Edward, who was only over 100 years old, almost unbearable: "No, Art is too young."

Clairol added thoughtfully: "It doesn't matter if you have experience, it will make your relationship more pleasant. By the way, I always forgot to ask, is Edward a virgin?"

Edward: "..."

Art's neck was flushed, and he punched Clairol, "Hey! Clairol! You mean as if I must be the one down there!" He widened his eyes angrily, but because he was small, After becoming a vampire, her skin became fairer and more delicate, and she looked more and more immature. No matter how much she stared at her, she only looked angry.

The angry Art didn't notice Carlisle's way of rubbing his forehead and turning his head, and protested: "I can learn from experience or something! Isn't it, Edward?"

He turned his head reflexively, and asked Edward for advice as usual, Edward nodded enthusiastically: "Of course, I can fully cooperate with your study, and I have no opinion at all."

Marcus: "..." He was obviously expressing his objection, okay?

Ah Luo arrived at this time. He came from outside the door covered in moisture, took off his gloves and put them in the hands of Dmitri who greeted him, with a relaxed posture as if he was at his own home.

Not counting the hunt in Waterla City, this was the first time Yate had a good look at this elder. Even after seeing so many vampires, Yate couldn't help but marvel at Ah Luo's beauty.

His skin is as white and transparent as onion skin. Under the huge crystal chandelier in Karen's house, this beauty is as bright as jade, with a strange luster.His facial features are so exquisite that they are almost unreal, just like some painters are always eager to paint perfect and ideal characters with brushes-but they must have never seen Ah Luo, if they have, they will know Realizing that that kind of perfection definitely doesn't just exist in their imaginations.

His posture is very elegant, with an aristocratic atmosphere that cannot be submerged by time. Art knows that this probably comes from the imprint of time-he is the same as Marcus and the others, an old vampire that has survived for more than 3000 years. Think about it Well, more than 3000 years ago, at that time, China was probably still in the Shang Dynasty.

For the first time, Art had the feeling of looking at old antiques, and this feeling even made him wake up from the shock of seeing Aro for the first time—this old guy is more valuable than Tutankhamun's mummy!Because Tutankhamun is dead, but this guy is still alive.

Oh, and Caius and Marcus...they too...

Art stared at the two enthusiastically, and Caius was still sitting there, savoring the beauty of Clairol indifferently.

Ah Luo didn't care, he held Art's face warmly, praised a few words with exclamation, and then let Art's unbearable enthusiasm fall on the left and right sides, and then took Clairol's hand with his elegant and dignified The tone of praise: お稥 "Although I have thought about the beauty that Marcus never forgets, I have to say that your beauty still surprises me."

Demetri followed behind Ah Luo step by step, and naturally took the top cloak for Ah Luo.

Caius raised his head: "Aro, why are you here?"

Ah Luo blinked, held his hands very cutely and said: "Oh, yes, yes, I am here, of course, I will not delay the matter." He looked at Caius with condemning eyes, Caius was indifferent, but Dmitri cooperated and said, "Elder Caius is just worried, master."

Ah Luo took out something new with great interest, "No, no, no, don't worry, because I have this! Oh, I have to say, some things of human beings are still very useful."

In his palm lay a newest mobile phone, silver in color, it was hard to believe that vampires actually liked this color.

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Yate: "That... Elder A Luo..."

Ah Luo: "No, call me Ah Luo, honey."

Art: "Okay, I want to ask, do you have a mobile phone card?"

Ah Luo opened his eyes wide: "What is that?"

Art: "..."

The author has something to say: there are too many people, it is so difficult to write.I really want to write a side story directly!I really want to marry Ah Luo!

Cough, actually I still want to write H...H...H...