Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 306 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 43

This was something Zhao Zhao had requested to be hung up. After the vampire curse was lifted, the heavy curtains in the castle were all removed according to his request, and some photo albums and cute and cozy little decorations were hung up everywhere.

The gloomy castle was bathed in light, and even the overall atmosphere gradually became warmer.

Mosen Cain followed Zhao Zhao's gaze to Damian's image on the wall and said, "You miss Damian?"

Of her older siblings, Zhao Zhao was closest to Damian, who remained in a coma. Logically, it was perfectly normal for Zhao Zhao to miss him.

But Zhao Zhao looked blank and just shook her head.

A glint flashed in Cain's eyes, and he raised his voice slightly, "Hilgarven, what are you thinking? Speak."

Zhao Zhao was taken aback, her eyes widened, and she said aggrievedly, "Why did you yell at me?"

Morsen Cain: ...

"I was just thinking, this person looks so familiar, and... the doll in his hand, it looks like mine... right?"

"But...where's my doll?"

Zhao Zhao turned her head and struggled to look at her father again, "Where is my baby?"

The cub's big, bright eyes were full of questions, and it was very restless in Mosengain's arms. "I want my doll. Go and find it for me."

Knowing that this person wouldn't be angry at his rudeness, Zhao Zhao brazenly demanded to cheat.

Hearing his words, Mosen Cain's heart sank deeper and deeper. He steadied Zhao Zhao, appearing quite calm, "You lost the doll."

"Really?" Zhao Zhao didn't remember losing a doll, but her father's expression was very certain.

"But now I want my doll."

Zhao Zhao felt wronged, and tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes again. "Go find him quickly..."

His crying interrupted Mosen Cain's question, and under pressure, he had no choice but to send someone to find his son's doll.

The son remembers the doll, but not Damian...

Things seem to be developing in an unpredictable direction.

When Mosen Cain sent someone to find the doll and hand it to Zhao Zhao, they found Zhao Zhao eating fruit and playing with the new doll in her hand, without even looking up. When she saw that Mosen Cain was holding a very dirty doll, she asked in confusion, "Father, what are you doing?"

Seeing him hand the doll towards her, she even stepped back, saying, "I don't want it."

This doll is able to communicate with Damian's consciousness, but since Damian is in a deep sleep, it has now become an ordinary doll, casually left in an inconspicuous corner.

"Isn't this the doll you asked me to find?" Mosen Cain slowly squatted down, looking Zhao Zhao in the eye, his eyes calm yet dangerous.

Zhao Zhao had no recollection of this at all and asked doubtfully, "You're lying to the child, there's no such thing."

"……okay, I get it."

His hand, hidden beneath his sleeve, clenched into a fist. Morsen Cain's expression remained calm. "It's time to drink your blood. You'll only grow up if you drink it all."

"Oh."

Zhao Zhao instinctively reached for the blood held by the servant beside her, but Mo Sen and Cain pulled her back into their arms, saying, "We're not drinking this today."

As he spoke, he lightly slashed his wrist, then pressed down on Zhao Zhao's head and bit down.

His reconstructed body is different from that of ordinary vampires. His blood not only has a strong attraction to vampires, but is also highly nutritious.

Anyway, Zhao Zhao really liked his blood.

After eating the "meal," Zhao Zhao was completely satisfied and became increasingly dependent on Mo Sen Cain. Coincidentally, after learning about Zhao Zhao's unusual behavior, Mo Sen Cain took him everywhere he went, protecting him like a precious treasure and not letting anyone get close.

He wanted to find out what had happened to his youngest son.

……

Clearly, Mosen Cain couldn't find anything about the strange things that had happened to Zhao Zhao. Perhaps he should go to the tower and ask.

"Father, you wanted to see me." Asher had just returned from somewhere, his clothes were torn in several places and he hadn't had time to change, and there was even dirt on his handsome face.

It doesn't look disheveled; instead, it adds a touch of wild beauty.

Mosen Cain frowned and gave him a disapproving look, saying, "Why did you come like this? It's unbecoming."

At this point, Asher's lips twitched. Wasn't it his respected and reliable father who, upon learning of his return to the castle, urgently sent someone to summon him?

And now you're complaining?

Asher, though angry, dared not show it and still smiled, "Father, is there something you need from me?"

"Ah."

“I’m going to the tower soon. There’s no one to look after Hilgaven, so you can take care of him.”

Mosen Cain dared not let Zhao Zhao out of his sight for even a moment, for fear that something else might happen if he wasn't careful.

"Oh~ Yes, Father~" Asher looked up at Zhao Zhao, who was engrossed in playing with her toys and hadn't even glanced at him.

That's just how people are; the less they are cared about, the more they want the other person to care.

"Little Hill~"

When her father went out, Asher immediately ran to Zhaozhao's side.

When she saw the dirty stranger reach out to hug her, Zhao Zhao dodged back and said angrily, "You need to take a shower, hmph."

"Hahahaha, just as expected of a father raising a child, he's already developed obsessive-compulsive disorder after only a short time, huh?"

Zhao Zhao didn't say much, fiddling with the things in his hands. He seemed to realize his own abnormality, often spacing out and trying to remember the increasingly blurry relatives in his mind.

He was putting together a simple jigsaw puzzle, which Morsen Cain had just given him to play with; it was a family portrait of vampires.

His father had said he would be rewarded if he finished the puzzle, so he worked even harder.

Seeing him so engrossed, Asher joined in, and Zhaozhao didn't chase him away.

Smelling the familiar, light fragrance beside her, Zhao Zhao turned around and asked, "Have I seen you before?"

He had forgotten his voice and appearance, but the scent of his favorite perfume and his smooth way of handling things made Zhao Zhao fall into memories.

Upon hearing his words, Asher felt as if struck by lightning, leaving him utterly stunned.

"What? It's only been a little over ten days, and Little Hill has already forgotten who I am?"

Zhao Zhao frowned and shook his head, but still couldn't recall anything. Oh no, his memory seemed to be getting worse and worse.

“I am your second brother, Asher.”

Asher grasped Zhao Zhao's hand and carefully wrote the three characters "Asher" in his fair palm.

Zhao Zhao smiled, raised her hand, and smiled with her eyes crinkling. "It's nice to meet you, big brother Asher."

From "older brother" to "big brother," only one word has been added to the title, but the emotional distance and the sense of separation have increased dramatically.

This little rascal really knows how to say things that hit people where it hurts.

"Poor little thing, how come your memory is so bad?" He sighed and said patiently, "Remember, I'm your older brother, your dear older brother, your dear second older brother~"

"Second brother?"

"Yes~"

"wrong!"

Asher's expression turned cold, a slight downward curve to his lips, and he subconsciously asked, "What's wrong? I didn't lie..."

"Because my second brother died early."

Asher's words were cut off by Zhao Zhao's words, and his face darkened, turning completely black.

You brat, spreading rumors and ruining his "right to life and death".