Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 277 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 14

What angered the system even more was that so many days had passed, and those irresponsible vampire princes still hadn't remembered their poor host.

He truly has no heart whatsoever as an elder brother.

At this moment, Zhao Zhao was so hungry that her stomach was practically sticking to her back, and she even felt like she could gnaw on the coffin lid and eat it.

However, after lying down for so long, Zhao Zhao was feeling lazy and said listlessly, "System, I'm hungry."

The system replied instantly, "[Host can go find your Blood Servant.]" The Blood Servant had a contract with Zhao Zhao, so Zhao Zhao could easily find him.

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Zhao didn't get up at all. She turned over, closed her eyes again, and muttered, "System, I'm too lazy to move."

system:【……】

He paused, then said incredulously, "You'll starve to death if you don't drink blood!"

The host's soul was already damaged, and his body was weaker than that of a normal vampire. Now, in his fragile cub form, he could hardly withstand such hunger.

The system urged Zhaozhao several more times, but he didn't do anything, perfectly illustrating the saying "the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is."

"There's no other way," the system urged. "Host, call your father and have him take you to the Blood Servant."

While we're at it, let's teach those irresponsible older brothers a good lesson!

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhao indeed forgot her father's instructions and, following the system's advice, muttered to herself, "Father, Father, I want to eat, I want to eat."

This time, it took a full five minutes before Zhao Zhao's coffin lid was opened again.

The father and son both wore identical expressions of exhaustion. Zhao Zhao, sensing the familiar presence, barely opened his eyes and weakly said, "Father, I'm so hungry~"

Suddenly, Zhao Zhao felt herself being lifted up by strong arms. Mo Sen Cain checked on his youngest son's condition and casually fed Zhao Zhao a drop of blood.

A deep, weary voice sounded in Zhao Zhao's ear, "Where is Darid?"

Zhao Zhao focused on drinking blood and didn't want to talk at all. Mo Sen and Cain had dark faces and went to find Darid according to their blood ties.

In the empty square in front of the largest church in the human region, Darid sat on a throne that had been specially placed there and exuded an air of luxury.

His face always wore an elegant and gentle smile, but in stark contrast was the surrounding scene—everywhere except where he stood, corpses lay scattered about, and crimson blood flowed everywhere.

Amidst those pools of blood, many humans remained kneeling. Some trembled with fear, clearly having submitted; but others stood tall, showing no sign of retreat.

Darid curled his lips slightly, swept his disdainful gaze over the defiant "commoners," and casually ordered the vampire soldiers standing beside him, "If that's the case, then kill them all."

Night had fallen, and vampires have always feared sunlight, so they choose to be nocturnal and hide during the day. The timing of their actions is naturally the most advantageous for them.

Darid's face was half hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to discern his true emotions; only a chilling aura emanated from him. The other half of his face was bathed in the bright moonlight, and his handsome and innocent face wore a warm smile like a spring breeze, making him appear like a harmless and elegant gentleman.

Such contradictory qualities are concentrated in one person, perfectly illustrating what it means to be "half angel and half devil".