Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 312 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 49

"Ok?"

Damian, who had been staring blankly at Zhao Zhao, suddenly sensed the blood ties coming from outside the castle. He slowly strolled to the window, opened it, and casually leaned against the window frame, gazing at the creature flying in from afar.

When his handsome face is expressionless, it appears quite aloof and cold. His black wings obscure half of the moonlight, suggesting he came from the darkness and doesn't look like a good person.

As they closed the distance, their eyes met, and Darid smiled gently again, "Brother~ weren't you dead~"

It was still that same irritating tone. Even after hearing it for hundreds of years, Damian still wanted to punch him when he heard that smug voice again.

"Bang!" He slammed the window shut, and a moment later, Darede pushed the door open and came in.

He first gazed tenderly at the sleeping Zhao Zhao for a while, then pulled Damian out.

The two looked at each other and smiled. Their faces were exactly the same, one hypocritical and the other wicked.

"When did you wake up?"

"Where have you all been again?"

They said it in unison, then rolled their eyes in unison, showing remarkable tacit understanding in this respect.

Damian frowned and spoke first, "You woke up this morning. Tell me, where have you all been gallivanting off to? Why did you leave little Hill all alone in the castle?"

"Don't worry, I'm rushing back now, aren't I?" Darid smiled, then took out the herbs that were wrapped up in layers of cloth from his pocket.

“I heard a few days ago that this herb has a miraculous effect on treating amnesia, so I picked it.”

He looked at the grass and smiled gently. This time it wasn't an act; he was simply overjoyed at the thought that the grass might actually work on the cubs' amnesia.

Thinking of Zhaozhao, he straightened his expression and said, "You know about Xiao Xier's matter, right?"

"Ah."

"That's good. Next, we'll work together to find a way to treat little Hill." They've been busy with this matter for a while now, and even their father hasn't been seen for a long time because of it.

“Okay.” Damian naturally had no objection. He was about to take the herbal research from Darid’s hand when Darid put it back in his pocket. “You don’t need to do anything. Go and rest.”

His face is as white as a ghost, yet he's still trying to act tough...

Damian glared at him, not to be outdone, "What are you doing sleeping so late at night? I..."

"What do you mean, 'you'? You should go to sleep tonight."

Damian hadn't adjusted to the time difference yet, but Darid had completely adjusted.

Since Damian was still weak after just waking up, Darid easily sent him back to his room.

After things have quieted down, I should prepare some herbs for Zhao Zhao; hopefully, they will be helpful.

However, he was destined to be disappointed. The next day, after Zhao Zhao drank the precious herbal medicine made according to ancient methods, there was still no sign of improvement.

The cub, who had been forcibly given a nasty herbal potion, cried terribly. It took Darid and Damian a long time to calm it down.

The same thing happened for the next few days. The other princes successively sought out the legendary and highly effective medicines or objects, but without exception, none of them worked.

this day.

"Little Hill, look what your second brother brought you~" In a corner of the castle garden, Asher suddenly appeared, holding a bunch of rare pink roses that were not available this season.

The toddlers playing with the dolls in the courtyard seemed autistic, their eyes blank, showing no reaction to his words, not even lifting their eyes.

"Little Hill~" Asher forced a smile and handed the flowers to Zhao Zhao. The cub in front of her slowly looked up and asked in surprise, "For me?"

"Yes, doesn't our little Hill love pink trinkets the most?"

Asher smiled indulgently, her gaze towards him filled with heartache.

"Little Hill?"

Seeing Zhao Zhao's blank expression, Asher had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the next second, the cub raised its bright eyes and asked blankly, "Who is Little Hill?"

"Silly child, of course it's...you."

The accumulated blows over the past few days finally caused Asher's emotions to break down.

Seeing him cry, Zhao Zhao's heart also began to ache.

My mind can't remember him, but my body seems to remember him.