The recipe is not so easy to change

The author has something to say: Sorry, this chapter is a bit of a mess. .It seems that only half a chapter has been written, I can't hold it anymore ==.

Noisy humans!Noisy clinking glasses!Loud bar!

Once inside, the vampire's ears seem to encounter a powerful enemy.That's not the worst, I can't help myself, maybe the sound of the neck breaking can cheer me up?

"Humph--"

Rejecting the waiter's recommendation, I sat down at a wine table away from the stage.Very good, I almost drowned in the shadow of the corner, which not only made it easier for me to find prey, but also prevented humans with disgusting smells from sticking upside down.

"Humph--"

The only downside, the bar owner seems to be after me - I really don't want to use plurals.

"Humph--"

I couldn't bear it anymore and turned my head, that fool was sitting at the next table to me, with my back turned: "If you want to remind me to feed you, I will do so immediately." There are many targets here, and it is not easy to gag his mouth thing?

"Huh-cough!" Edward clutched his chest and turned towards the stage expressionlessly.

"I said," the bar owner said worriedly, "he won't die here, right?" The "he" here undoubtedly refers to Edward, after all, the scene under the shirt he opened just now is horrible.

I joked: "If you bribe a few gangsters to throw him out, no one will pay attention to an insignificant stranger." I really don't want to see him, combined with the chaotic "powerful enemies" around me, my Anger shot up to the top of his head.

The owner of the bar stared at me suspiciously. Obviously, he sat down on the idea that we were enemies.Due to the predicament that no one shared his worries, he regarded me as a close friend in life: "It's not impossible, but I have to guard against their petty thoughts. If the police intervene, a corpse that has been damaged by playing is comparable to a corpse that has been assaulted." The dead body makes it even more difficult for me to get away." He looked at Edward cryptically, "It's so rare to be so beautiful."

I don't know which sentence the other party said suddenly annoyed me, in short, he damned poured a pot of gasoline.I don't want to say anything, but this winner in life has acquired enough wealth and dreams, if heaven is enough, go to hell.

"Tao Xi!" The vampire in the shadow stood up, standing behind him with a gloomy face, "This is no reason for you to speak."

Holy Mary, your splendor wraps this vampire!

I picked up the human being angrily: "Actually, he is a schizophrenic patient. He molested you with his mouth, but he respected you like a god in his head?" I squeezed his neck and shook, "Tell me, there is nothing in his head." idea!"

In the darkness, his tense cheeks relaxed for a moment—this was something I couldn't understand: "I can't control his thoughts, but I understand you, don't kill anyone! Please!"

"I reject."

He smiled wryly, "May I make up an excuse, Volturi?"

"I don't believe at all that 'rabbits don't eat grass by the side of their nests'." The nickname of Waterla City may be their slaughterhouse.What's more, Ah Luo looks forward to the disintegration of the Karen family.Being vegetarian, that's one of the many ways to maintain a relationship.

He nodded.As time went by, I could feel his strength coming back bit by bit, like this moment, when he gradually replied with force: "Well, we are back. My reasoning is still the same, no originality, no selling point, Only the one you hate the most."

"It's good that you know." I let go impatiently, and a human who fell into a coma due to lack of oxygen suddenly fell limply to the ground.I called a waiter, and I ordered, "Help your boss go back to rest. By the way, he announced a good news just now. All the expenses tonight will be borne by him alone, and the audience is free! You can announce this good news now." news."

The waiter looked at me in surprise, then nodded calmly, and at the same time carried his boss on his back and left the place.

"Well, I saved you a lot of extra expenses." I was referring to the piece of glass outside that took a lot of effort.

He coped and said, "Thank you, even though you forgot that the culprit is yourself."

I spread my hands, my palms are empty, what does this mean?

We have nothing to talk about.

Of course, based on my experience in the first half of my life, my dear teacher of aristocratic etiquette is very strict on dining etiquette. He has always admired the Eastern saying of "eat without talking, sleep without talking".That said, I don't have to have a big chat with a guy I wrestled with a few minutes ago before I've spotted my prey.

I propped my chin in trouble, completely forgetting about this outsider.My current troubles, oh, can also be considered happiness. Dozens or even hundreds of human beings with different tastes are crowded in the crowded space for me to choose.To be honest, with the lessons learned from Isabella, the human beings dancing with demons here can only be regarded as mediocre.

It's a pity that there are too many guardians.

Impatiently, I wandered through the crowd, barely picking out a few delicious and clean men and women. It would be a long night and dreamy, so I had to go out and mark them myself, or find a corner and swallow them directly.

My heart still "beats" without Bella.I stood up in admiration, but to my dismay, there was also the sound of a chair being dragged on the ground behind me.No doubt some meddling vampire intends to follow along.

Assuming he's here for a share, I'd be happy to see it.If not, the fact is the same, I frowned, subconsciously wanting to threaten him.

but……

The door of the bar opened and closed, and after we walked in here, countless fresh blood poured into this small place from all directions.You know, food tastes all kinds of strange things, they can't always smell pleasant, and there is a certain stinky soy food in Chinatown.In the same way, human scents also have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it is indeed a test for my nose to find prey among such a group of humans whose boundaries are blurred.

But once there is an extra plate of food on the table, what happens to any dish?I can just imagine how tender, juicy and fragrant it is, and I just want to indulge in its deliciousness.

"I found the prey!" I announced in an unprecedented tone, it belongs to me, and no one can take it away!

Edward suddenly turned to me: "Everything here is stamped with the Volturi logo, including humans."

I'm really surprised that he has such a rational and cold declaration: "Why, don't you advocate your vegetarian philosophy?"

He shook his head, and said without hesitation: "It won't work for the Volturi. We and them are people from two worlds, and no one can convince the other."

Are we people of the same world?I stretched out my hand to separate him, as if completing some kind of one-sided ritual: "Then you treat me as a vampire from another world. Now, it's time for food."

"do not go!"

His vaguely anxious tone surprised me, and I had to remind him of a fact: "I have left Forks, Edward. You have no right to stop what 'we' should do, don't let me have another chance to treat you Shot." I pushed him away and walked towards the wonderful breath that had never appeared in my memory.

Behind him, an indistinct voice said anxiously: "Don't go."

My lack of time to say hello scares away my target person, who is a scruffy young man in his thirties, not because he is poorly dressed, but because the small half of his face is dominated by jagged stubble .For a man of this age, this added a bit of decadent handsomeness to him, overall, he was [-]%.

"Sorry I scared you." I swear it was the most visceral tenderness I've ever had.

He was stunned for a moment, half-closed his eyes and said, "No, the probability of this happening is quite high, especially here." He pointed to the ground, and then pointed to the ceiling with intertwined lights, "First time?"

I froze for a second in his familiar tone: "Yes, I think I will hire a tour guide temporarily."

He opened his lips, and the sun seemed to drive away the haze on his face: "The price is not cheap, for the sake of Goddess Luck, buy me a drink, and I will be your tour guide."

"It couldn't be better." I'm like a child who has succeeded in a trick, and soon, I will be able to taste the human being who is more delicious than Bella in front of me.

I followed him, God behold, even the places we chose were so coincidental.He sat down first, then pointed to the seat opposite him: "Sit down, I usually choose here."

"In fact," I was marveling at the coincidence and surprise of fate, "you took my seat." I took a glass of red wine from his hand, "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" He smiled and clinked glasses with me. "I can't believe I'm only a few minutes late."

"But you waited for a friend." I followed tacitly, the sweet taste from my nostrils seemed to add a bit of sweetness to my red wine.Well, that alone saved my thirsty throat, which made me even more dissatisfied.

A sage once said: Know yourself and know the enemy, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.As a hunter, I'm supposed to be in the driver's seat, and coincidentally, my perfect prey seems to share my fondness for swaying our conversations.

"As the host, if I don't report my background to you, I can't let myself go." He took a sip of red wine with emotion, "I haven't seen such an outstanding 'newcomer' for a long time. By the way, my name is Mike, you can call me Cowboy along with others."

"Mike?" Collision of coincidence, I also have a human... friend named "Mike" at Forks, even though we've only spoken a few words.

He waved his hand in disgust, as if a fly was buzzing around: "It's an extremely tacky name, there are at least 500 million Mikes in the United States." He muttered a few words, and the drooping corners of his eyes suddenly lifted up, "Except for Michael Jordan , he gave a big sigh of relief for the Mikes."

"And Michael Jackson."

He raised his neck and drank the wine in one gulp: "Isn't it worthless?" The next moment, he turned into a handsome upper class person, standing up, bending down, and pouring wine. If I ignore his decadence, even I will admit my mistake .He looked at me in surprise: "Not to your liking?"

I shook my head and said, "Look, I'm too busy listening to your speech. Maybe you're not very interested in a 'newcomer' like me?"

"It's too interesting." He picked the brightest angle of the light - of course, only in relative terms - and slowly showed off his skillful gestures, "What's your name?"

"Tausig Yuri."

I shouldn't like his tone and way of speaking, it's too fancy, especially with a bit of deliberate taste.But it was Mike who was speaking, and his scent was my favorite, and this was more to my liking than Bella's effeminate scent.In addition, he is indeed very handsome, from his appearance to his clothes (?), from his hair to his fingers, every inch is glued to my eyeballs...

'I'm obsessed. '

There was a burst of ping-pong-pong from the wine table next door, and the sound of the wine glass falling to the ground startled us.When I saw Edward's gloomy face again, I felt dizzy for a while. It wasn't fainting, but I saw an exit from the fog, clearly separating reality from illusion.

"Edward?"

A vampire with a pair of black eyes is brewing a storm. He stands between us like a stone pillar: "Let me remind you, curfew time is up."

"Pfft", Mike spat out the red wine in his mouth, if I wasn't quick, I would have suffered.With a trembling slender voice, he asked, "Do you still have access to your house?"

"No."

"Have."

Deja vu, yes, just this morning, Edward, Dmitry and me.

Mike looked at me strangely, then at him again, unable to make up his mind for a while: "Is he your boyfriend?"

Oh, how should I answer this question?

I looked back in a daze, and I was sure that I was really thinking about this nonsensical question: "At best, they can only be regarded as male friends?"

In our circle, the other two seemed remarkably quiet.Edward still looked mysterious, since I beat him up, no, from the moment I walked towards Mike, his mind was not so easy to guess.As for Mike, his indifferent eyes became sparkling: "Hi, I'm Mike. People call me Cowboy, but I still like this tacky name. You can call me Mike."

Edward curled his lips into a smile for no apparent purpose, which made me unavoidably make wild guesses: Have I strayed into the mist again?

"You're still in reality." He pinched me, then turned to Mike and said, "Just call me Karen, if you don't rush to chat, we'll stay here tomorrow."

Mike sighed in disappointment: "Okay, okay, I'm going to die here drunk, in case you can't find me tomorrow." I forgot to tell him that Edward is a real "hard-hearted" vampire, this tone But he couldn't get any sympathy from him.

"I said, you ruined my good business." I was carried away from the bar by him, "I finally found a food that is pleasing to the eye."

He put me down and put his hands on his chest—there was nothing wrong with it, and there was no evidence for our fight just now: "He is very fragrant, even more fragrant than Bella?"

"It goes without saying that I'm almost drunk by him."

"Then I can't let you go." He squeezed his knuckles, his face getting darker and darker.

I spread my hands and expressed my doubts and anger to him: "What is the necessary connection?"

But he never thought about telling me the truth, he would rather stand with me on the street as a lamppost.My good mood disappeared in an instant: "Edward, the era of your self-righteousness is over. This is the city of Waterla, not your Fox."

"It's not your Asia." I didn't expect his words to be quite sharp.

"Come back again?" I paused this never-ending game boredly, "Another angle, his smell overwhelms Isabella, with today, you don't have to worry about me being dangerous to that girl all the time thoughts." I said that once I find a human being who is more delicious than her, I will let her go.

However, Edward was more irritable than I expected, and he repeatedly emphasized "that's not the case".

"Where did your wisdom and suspicion go? A low-level creature is fascinated by you?" He paced around angrily, trying to make me understand that there was an endless gap between me and that low-level creature.

Mike has this capital!I was dissatisfied and spoke for him in my heart, and at the same time, I was secretly happy for the adjective in Edward's mouth: "You finally admitted, those low-level creatures who are only worthy of contributing their lives?"