Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 272 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 9

Darid was taken aback, then scoffed, "Damian, what nonsense are you spouting?!"

"Would you like to hear what your dear younger brother has to say first?"

Damian raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly, "Is that so?"

At this moment, Zhao Zhao also shouted loudly, perfectly timed, "I don't want blood servants!"

Zhao Zhao's voice was filled with fear and determination. He could not bear such cruelty. The blood all over the dark room and Darid's reckless act of drawing blood had become a shadow that could never be erased from the depths of his heart.

Tears blurred his vision again. He sobbed as he rushed towards Damian, the one who was closer to him, and cried out, "Brother, I really don't want the Blood Servant..."

Damian bent down and gently wiped away the dried blood from Zhao Zhao's cheek, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "Without blood servants, how will you survive?"

He simply couldn't understand why a vampire would utter such absurd words. In his view, Zhao Zhao's words at this moment were as ridiculous and laughable as a human child throwing a tantrum and yelling at their parents, "I'm never eating again."

Although he could occasionally feed Zhao Zhao some of his own blood, the true food for vampires was the fresh blood of young humans.

Seeing that Zhao Zhao was still sobbing, Damian frowned slightly. After thinking for a moment, he tried to hand the doll he was holding to Zhao Zhao.

Darede smiled slightly and comforted him gently, "Don't be angry, little brother. It's not good for your health if you get angry." On the surface, he truly appeared to be a caring and loving older brother.

However, Damian scoffed at this and immediately rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand Darid's pretentious attitude.

Zhao Zhao hugged the terrifying doll Damian handed him tightly. At that moment, his childlike mind was immediately drawn to it, and he immediately forgot about what had just happened.

The wet, large eyes stared back at the doll's eyes, which were dripping with realistic blood. The curiosity in the heart grew even stronger. The doll's eyes were just too real.

Just then, Zhao Zhao suddenly saw the doll's eyes glowing red, and it gave him a wicked smile.

With a tremor of his hand, just as the doll was about to fall to the ground, Damian caught it steadily, carefully cradling it in his palm. He glanced at Zhaozhao with a mischievous look and said, "Little Hill~ this absolutely cannot withstand being dropped~"

It's important to know that this doll is of great significance to Damian; it can be considered a part of his body.

Now that he's willing to use it to coax him, it's a once-in-a-century, unprecedented act. However, Damian's bottom line remains uncrossable—he cannot tolerate Zhao Zhao casually "desecrating" it.

"Oh."

Zhao Zhao responded, her thoughts gradually drifting back to the matter of the Blood Servant.

Unfortunately, given his current situation and position, it would be almost impossible for him to persuade the indifferent Damian and Darid.

Moreover, due to his limited strength, he was actually unable to take any substantial action to change the status quo.

"Therefore, the host should find a way to reform the villains as soon as possible," the system reminded again.

After all, that's all the host's task is.

Zhao Zhao nodded silently, indicating that she understood. In fact, if it weren't for her unbearable sight of innocent humans suffering, Zhao Zhao wouldn't have been in such a hurry to complete the so-called mission.

He just wanted to lie down.