Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 309 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 46

The castle was huge, and Zhao Zhao was having so much fun kicking the ball around and around that she gradually forgot the way back.

However, the only person who could get lost at home is probably Zhao Zhao.

"boom!"

Zhao Zhao kicked the ball hard, and it was suddenly kicked into a room, hitting something with a muffled thud.

It was a very dark room, with heavy curtains blocking out almost all the light.

Zhao Zhao went inside to find the ball, but couldn't see the way clearly. Suddenly, she tripped over something. Zhao Zhao, who could see light, instinctively opened the curtains, and instantly the midday sun flooded in.

Zhao Zhao then realized that what he was standing on was a pink, creepy doll. Looking around, he saw that apart from the silver coffin in the center, the rest of the place was filled with dolls.

"...It feels so familiar."

He bent down to pick up the doll, but his forgetful nature made him instantly forget why he came there, and he started playing with the doll again.

"Hiss~" Staring at the doll's terrifying, blood-sucking, evil smile, Zhao Zhao felt that his smile was extremely annoying and subconsciously slapped it, her small hand just covering the doll's eyes.

When Zhao Zhao picked up her hand again, her previously closed eyes suddenly opened, startling her.

But subconsciously feeling that he wouldn't hurt him, he resisted his habit of throwing things and still held him close to observe him.

"Boom."

The room was very quiet, so the sound of the small coffin lid being pushed was quite noticeable.

Zhao Zhao turned her head curiously and found a very handsome young vampire sitting up blankly inside the silver coffin. At this moment, he stared blankly at the sunlight shining on his hands. After a moment of stunned silence, he hurriedly got up and hid in a dark corner.

Perhaps because he had been sleeping for too long and was still drowsy, he tripped over a doll on the ground and stumbled, which was quite funny.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Zhao Zhao laughed out loud without thinking. Her childish voice brought Damian to his senses. Seeing him standing in the sunlight holding his doll, he felt a chill run down his spine and rushed over to pick him up and close the curtains in one swift motion.

"You brat, you opened the curtains again? You want to die?"

After carefully examining the cub's body, they found that it was unharmed. "Huh?"

Zhao Zhao was struggling fiercely at this moment. Damian, as if pressing down on a wriggling live fish, lifted Zhao Zhao's chin and deliberately pretended to be fierce, "What are you doing..."

Their eyes met, and Damian then noticed the unfamiliarity and wariness in Zhao Zhao's eyes.

As if confirming his suspicions, Zhao Zhao spoke up at the opportune moment, "Who are you? Why are you arresting me!"

He kicked Damian, making a huge fuss, but Damian seemed oblivious, looking bewildered and hurt. "You've actually forgotten about me?"

"How many hundreds of years have I been asleep?"

His memory only extends to the previous tower memories; he knows nothing about what happened during his coma, and he has no concept of the passage of time.

Gently pinching Zhao Zhao's chin, he looked her over carefully and said, "However, after all this time, why are you still so small?"

"Ouch! You brat!" Zhao Zhao's kick really hurt, so she had no choice but to put him down.

As soon as she touched the ground, Zhao Zhao nimbly hid behind a cabinet, watching warily the "strange older brother" who had started hugging and cuddling her right away.

"Little Hill, how dare you forget me?"

Damian looked unwell and was rubbing his hands together, ready to teach him a lesson. He grinned wickedly, and at the same time, the doll in Zhao Zhao's hand started to laugh and even tickled his armpits.

"I...I..." Zhao Zhao looked at him with a complicated expression, hesitating to speak, but finally asked, "Your voice sounds familiar, haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

"..."

Seeing that Zhao Zhao was genuinely confused and looked serious, Damian stopped smiling and asked incredulously, "You really don't remember me?"

Zhao Zhao shook her head. "I'm sorry, my memory hasn't been very good lately. I think I've forgotten a lot of people."

He tilted his head slightly and smiled sweetly, "But you seem to be a very important person to me. Although I have forgotten your appearance and demeanor, I still remember your voice."

"So, can you tell me again, who are you?"

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. Damian's expression was solemn, his brows furrowed. He knelt down, hugged Zhao Zhao, and said, word by word, "Little Hill, I am your fourth brother, Damian."

"How could you forget me..."