Victoria ran away.

Originally, this wild vampire Victoria couldn't run away, but unfortunately, Victoria saw the five land agents who went up the mountain and operated them directly. With these five land shields, they littered directly behind, and then screamed. With a sound, he activated his escape super ability, and in the blink of an eye he ran to the end of the mountain.

Victoria can ignore the lives of the national agents, but they can't do it with little padded jackets.

the next day.

early morning.

After chasing Victoria all the way, Catherine and Karen's family, who had let him run away on the other side of the river, returned to Fox Town, Karen's side.

The clone Lake has left.

After all, the five cute new land agents were attacked. That was also the land agent attack. The director of land in Washington State was on his way, and Lake needed to deal with it.

"Daddy!"

The little padded jacket landed, his expression was a bit unsightly: "That wild vampire is too capable of running, and it turns out to be faster than Edward's."

Edward was about to catch up.

But in the next second, the wild vampire Victoria was like an explosion. After a scream, he screamed, and once again distanced himself from Edward, and finally jumped directly into the river. After covering up the smell, he disappeared. No trace.

Lake smiled: "If you didn't catch it, then you didn't catch it."

If it weren't for the taste of this wild vampire, it was too spicy, she would not be able to get out of Lake's palm.

But now that he ran away, Lake didn't feel much psychological fluctuation.

After running, he ran away, a wild vampire, without background background, how big waves can be set off, even if it is back, Lake doesn't care.

The little padded jacket looked around: "By the way, Daddy, those two vampires are great."

Lake turned and walked towards the Karen's villa: "It's burned."

Why don't you burn it?

Lake felt that the two wild vampires were hanging curses like singing to him, but other people didn't think it, especially Alice.

Alice thought that if it was not just a coincidence that Cade’s friend was Lake last night, and Lake’s friend, the Black King, if the two of them happened to be nearby, it would be Cade alone. Another victim of wild vampires.

So when discussing what to do, Alice directly proposed to be cremated on the spot.

Mr. Carlyle Cullen and Mrs. Esme Cullen listened to Alice's thoughtless words, and they had only one thought in their hearts, and that was to take a good look at this Cade.

This is not.

At this moment, Cade is just like a hairy son-in-law coming to the door, accepting the inquiry of the future father-in-law Carlisle and the future mother-in-law Esme.

Of course.

Cade’s good friend and comrade-in-arms is Lake Edwin, and Lake Edwin’s hard-core ally is the Black King, and then the woman of the Black King is the Immortal Queen of the Immortal Blood Race.

Naturally, by virtue of this relationship, Cade, who can be regarded as a friend of the Black King, has not suffered much from the future father-in-law and mother-in-law.

It's just that Carlisle and Esme pay more attention to what Cade thinks of their kinship, or whether Cade has the idea to become a kinship.

After all, if we are together in the future, if the races are different, Cade will get older and older, and Alice is still Alice, no matter how good the relationship is, there will be problems under time.

Lake came in and sat on the sofa, just listening to Carlisle, Esme and others asking about this topic, and smiled: "Don't even think about transforming Cade into a blood clan. He looks old. This is a problem. It is unlikely to appear on CapitaLand."

Carlisle and Esme looked at Lake.

The little cotton-padded jacket glanced at Cade, blinked, and whispered: "Daddy, I didn't see it, he has something special."

"That's because he hasn't awakened yet."

"Awakening?"

"what is this?"

"Saga's small universe practice."

Lake said so and looked at Cade: "How many punches can you throw?"

When Cade announced that he was living in seclusion again, especially after knowing that Cade was living in seclusion in the Olympic Mountains, Lake at the time thought that he was idle and idle anyway, and he also gave Cade a [Small Universe Practice].

Saint Seiya.

Widespread the net and catch more fish.

Ordinary humans, Lake will certainly not practice the Fa for the small universe, but his friends, can they be called ordinary humans, besides, the more Saint Seiyas, the stronger his Chaos Universe will be.

Cade already knew that the Black King in front of him was Lake's best friend, and told Cade when Lake was leaving early this morning that he could safely hand over his back to the Black King.

and so…

Cade glanced at Alice next to him, and squeezed Alice's right hand tightly, saying: "Nine thousand punches, I'm sure, I will be able to break through soon."

Lake's eyebrows beat.

Natasha had found the power to [hold her own destiny] and awakened the immortality of the phoenix, but the Phoenix seat of Nirvana.

Adam awakened the Ursa Major because of his belief in [How can a man lose to a woman].

Is this Cade now?

Is it because [I found my love] to awaken?

By the way...

What constellation will this awaken?

Lake thought silently. On the surface, it conformed to the behavioral characteristics of the Black King, and nodded with a smile: "Saga's small universe practice is indeed very powerful. If you wake up in the morning, you can use your own small universe, a mortal body. Than gods."

Carlisle over there said: "The golden saint who is said to be from the zodiac, Saga, seems to be a friend of the Black King?"

Lake looked at Carlisle: "It is said?"

Isn't this true?

Carlisle explained: "Because in the dark world, it is General Lake Edwin who is dealing with Saga..."

Saga and Lake have appeared on the same screen, but have never appeared on the same screen as the Black King, so although it can be inferred through the network, there is no substantial evidence after all.

Lake sighed and said casually: "Saga, Professor X, Saga’s younger brother, the King of Midgard, Jialong, and Lake, of course, and me, are all people in the same circle, Saga and Jia Long is an ascetic, and the Professor X who is searching for magical items all over the world has more dealings with Lake. After all, Lake is considered the king of the secular world."

Carlisle nodded, seemingly enlightened.

Cade and Alice, who were performing dog abuse scenes to others over there, clasped their fingers together. Like a door-to-door son-in-law, they promised Carlisle and Esme all kinds of guarantees that they would be good to Alice.

Lake quickly got up and walked out of the house with his little padded jacket.

If it weren't for not going out again, Lake was afraid that he would reveal the true identity of the Black King.

The outside of the villa.

"Daddy."

"Ok?"

Little cotton-padded jacket Catherine looked at Lake who was lighting up a cigarette, and blinked: "That small universe practice..."

Lake didn't wait for the little padded jacket to finish, and shook his head: "No."

The little cotton-padded jacket was slightly taken aback: "Why?"

Next second.

The little padded jacket seemed to be about to cry directly.

Lake said, "Can you throw 10,000 punches in a row?"

"what?"

"The starting basis for the small universe is that you have to punch 10,000 punches in a row, can you?"

"Uh…"

Lake looked at the little padded jacket with his big eyes flashing no longer talking, and the smiling tiger touched the little padded jacket's head: "Besides, you are my daughter. You have been on the finish line of others since you were born. I'm tired of fighting for myself."

The predecessors planted trees and descended to enjoy the shade.

This sentence Lake has always felt that this is a positive word, even when it originated on Earth in a previous life, Lake has always believed it so.

Let me put it this way.

Fighting father is originally a kind of ability, but also a kind of capital.

If you can't fight daddy, then why do you have to fight?

The predecessors made a lot of money, isn't it to make future generations less hard and laborious?

Choose if you have one.

Lake actually wants to be a rich second generation, provided that if he has no memory, he will comfortably enjoy the resources of General Ross and the capital of Karen Rockefeller's house.

But Lake has memories, and basic self-esteem is still necessary. Therefore, even though Lake wants to lie down and be the rich second generation, there is no way. The rich second generation can't do it, so he can only barely be the rich generation.

But his daughters are different.

Lake doesn't mind them chewing on the old, because they are afraid that when they grow up, they will pat their wings on Lake's vegetable field, like a little cabbage with wings, and flew into the yard of someone else's house with a chuckle.

Just the same as now.

Lake looked at his little padded jacket: "So, if I can't come, when are you going to tell me?"

The little cotton-padded jacket returned to his senses, his eyes rolled, and he turned around, ready to slip away as if he hadn't heard anything.

but…

Lake looked at and turned around, and under his eyelids, he chose the little quilted jacket walking towards the house with his footsteps. The corners of his mouth raised: "I have sent someone to invite Russell and his family back to the castle."

"Crack!"

The whole body of the little padded jacket stopped, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com turned around and saw that the corner of his mouth was filled with a smile. Your father will always be your father's Lake. With a squeak, he hugged Lake's shoulder again: "Daddy, Justin and I are actually too It didn't take long, and, I remember what you said, that he would never do that kind of thing when he was less than two hundred years old. Unlike that stupid brother, he was fooled and lost himself for the first time at the age of twelve. "

Lake remained silent: "How long?"

The little cotton-padded jacket opened his mouth, lowered his head, looked at his right foot, and whispered: "In fact, it didn't take long, it's only one or two or three years."

Lake raised his eyebrows: "Is that one year, two years, or three years?"

The little padded jacket took a deep breath and raised his head, as if I had confessed, please give me a lenient appearance: "Okay, okay, I said it's not OK, two and a half years, um, two and a half years."

The formal contact is two and a half years.

I didn't lie.

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