foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

At this time, instead, I feel irritable and want to smoke a cigarette.

I stood and watched her crazy enough, I stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.Unexpectedly, she fell to the ground directly after being slapped by me.

I:"……"

Angela: "..."

I simply squatted down and thought about how to organize the language.After all, when dealing with prisoners, one must take them in and let them go. If you don't know the way, it is easy to be defeated by counterattacks.

I thought about it, and suddenly remembered a question I was very curious about before, so I asked: "I heard that most Europeans don't know how to squat in Asia. Is this true?"

Angela: "..."

So I became even more irritable. I was used to being rough before, and when I was under pressure, I would curse and smoke with Master.Now it's really f*cking melancholy, my heart is itching, like smoking a cigarette, second-hand ones are fine.

The butterfly flew towards her slowly just like last time.

I had a bad premonition, and swung directly towards the butterfly, as before, my hand pierced through it, and what I touched was only the cold air and the wind with snow particles.

The black phoenix butterfly is the most unique color in this icy world, but it didn't pass through Angela this time.It stopped, just over Angela's eye.

"Your hand is cramping?"

Although Angela's words are very unnutritious, what I care about at the moment is completely covering one of her eyes.

I asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable in your eyes?"

Angela's uncovered eye, with a familiar white eye rolled, replied: "I'm quite uncomfortable seeing you."

"Well, it seems to be all right." I concluded with my chin in hand, and simply picked up the snow and sat on the tree stump beside me.

"Angela, no matter what, you shouldn't have any contact with Victoria anymore. Her lover is dead, and it's not a good time to talk to her now."

"...Hmm." The butterfly flapped its wings, and the speed visible to the naked eye increased a little.

"What was your previous life name?"

Angela was still on the ground, and I was really worried that her clothes would be soaked. After all, it was such a cold day, and the strange thing was that the wings of the silent butterfly accompanying her were still getting bigger.

"I do not remember."

I squinted my eyes and sighed: "Do you want to become an ice sculpture here? Angela, don't treat people like idiots."

Angela repeated it again: "I really don't remember!"

This time the butterfly wings didn't grow any longer, but they had already covered half of her face, which looked quite weird.

I stared at her face in silence, thinking about what was going on.Why I can see it, but she can't see it, and why the butterfly appears here in such a timely manner.

Finally staring at her standing up uncomfortably, I came back to my senses, started to turn around and planned to go back.

When you can't figure it out, sleeping can often give yourself more space to calm down. Snoozing under a quilt is like a hard shell but has a different kind of warmth, giving yourself a sense of security and satisfaction.

I heard the footsteps of 'creak creak' stepping on the thick snow, a little anxious, Angela trotted in front of me, blocking my way.

"Hell, don't you still have a lot of questions to ask me? Let's continue up the mountain and talk slowly."

I was not in the mood, waved my hand and said, "Forget it, let's do it next time."

"After passing this village, there will be no such store!" Angela continued to hold my hand, pulling me a little arrogantly to continue the original route.

"Knowing that there are vampires in this world is enough to worry about. When did Bella meet a werewolf!" Angela complained, and changed the subject abruptly, "This world is really wonderful..."