Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 270 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 7

Instantly, the scorching sunlight, like a blazing fire, shone on Zhao Zhao. "Ah!" he cried out in pain, instinctively screaming, "Waaah... Brother, help me!"

"Waaaaah..." Zhao Zhao flew around the room, screaming as she hid in a corner.

The coffin lid beside him was flung away in an instant. Damian's short hair was disheveled, and he sat up straight like a zombie, staring blankly at the sunlight streaming in through the window. "It's dawn..."

"!" He suddenly turned his head and finally found Zhao Zhao trembling in the shadows in the corner. "Holy crap! Hillgarven, are you out of your mind? Why are you drawing the curtains?"

The heavy curtains were instantly pulled back into place, plunging the room back into darkness. Zhao Zhao was picked up by Damian and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck in a dependent embrace. "Waaaaah... Why is the sunlight biting me?"

Although Zhao Zhao was crying his eyes out, after the initial shock, seeing his pitiful and innocent appearance, Damian grinned maliciously, "You little idiot~"

"You...you even insulted me..." Zhao Zhao said aggrievedly, raising her burned arm in front of Damian, crying and accusing, "You put me on the table while you slept in the coffin, you bad brother!"

The two are truly worthy of being born of the same father; one calls them stupid, and the other calls them wicked.

Damian glanced casually at the wound on Zhao Zhao's arm and said indifferently, "It's nothing~ It's just a scratch, it'll be fine soon."

Vampires possess powerful self-healing abilities. In the worst cases, drinking a couple of sips of blood is enough to cure them. For example, when Damian was a child and was missing an arm or a leg, he didn't take it seriously. So, naturally, he can't empathize with Zhao Zhao now.

Seeing that Zhao Zhao was crying pitifully, he casually stuffed a doll into Zhao Zhao's arms and said, "Play with it, and don't cry anymore."

Holy crap, he was crying from the pain, but the older brother only gave him a doll.

"Waaaaah..." Zhao Zhao cried even louder in an instant. Damian, who had originally wanted to lie back down in the coffin to catch up on sleep, suddenly stood up again and threatened, "If you cry again, I'll turn you into a doll!"

"..." Zhao Zhao actually stopped crying and stumbled towards the door, "Waaaaah, I want to find my father... bad brother..."

Thinking of his father Damian, he shuddered and immediately picked him up. Unable to bear it any longer, he cut his finger and stuffed it directly into Zhao Zhao's mouth.

With his blood as nourishment, Zhao Zhao immediately calmed down, obediently cuddling his fingers and nibbling on them, and the sunburns she had developed began to heal slowly.

Damian patted his little head, trying to pull his finger out, "That's enough, let go."

Zhao Zhao ignored him and continued chugging.

Seeing this, Damian didn't bother with him anymore. He simply picked him up and lay back down in the coffin, thinking about finding him a little blood servant that night, before slowly falling asleep.

After eating and drinking her fill, Zhao Zhao fell asleep.

That night, he woke up first again. Seeing his brother's tired face, which looked like he hadn't woken up yet, he turned his eyes and plugged his nostrils, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

So Zhao Zhao climbed out of the coffin by stepping on his chest.

This was Zhao Zhao's first time wandering around this ancient castle. Although it was night, there were still quite a few servants active in the castle. Every time Zhao Zhao walked to a place, a group of people knelt down in fear.

The castle was huge, and Zhao Zhao kept forgetting where she was going until she got lost. Never mind, Zhao Zhao randomly found a small corner to sit down. Just as she was about to lie down, a shrill scream came from behind a door.

Zhao Zhao hadn't originally planned to bother with it; he was tired and needed to lie down. However, the system kept urging him, [Host, don't be lazy, hurry up and open the door.]

"Do not."

[You still need to complete a task to advance the plot, go quickly.]

After a pause, Zhao Zhao tilted her head and thought for a moment, "What was the mission again?"

system:……

Helplessly, the system reminded Zhao Zhao again, its urging voice playing in a loop in her mind.

Zhao Zhao pouted, looking aggrieved and reluctant as she pushed open the door. The moment the door opened, she couldn't help but take a step back in fear.