Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 645 [Vampire Side Story] Visitors to the Castle 3

Chapter 645 [Vampire Side Story] Visitors to the Castle 3

Darede: "He's Little Hill."

"impossible!"

Darede rolled his eyes: You wouldn't believe me even if I told you...

Before this, if anyone had dared to attribute this name to someone else, Asher would have been furious. But when Darid said that the boy in front of him was Hilgaven, he felt more nervous and inexplicably afraid to face him.

His heartbeat betrayed his turbulent state of mind. His deep ruby ​​eyes stared intently at the distinctive black eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Produce evidence to prove your identity."

He couldn't wait to see what the boy would do next.

"That's a normal reaction," Zhao Zhao said with a smile. "I have no other evidence, only bits and pieces of memory."

Even though the proof hadn't even begun, Asher had already started automatically identifying the boy with his younger brother.

The more I looked at it, the more pleasing it became.

For some inexplicable reason, he developed a strong liking for this person.

“Alright, alright,” Darid hid Zhao Zhao behind his back, then frowned as he looked at Asher: “What did you just say about Damian?”

“That bastard took the resurrection scroll that Little Hill once wrote for me,” Asher gritted his teeth, glancing at Darid’s back every now and then.

"A resurrection scroll?" Zhao Zhao peered over.

He just wrote this down randomly for fun, but he never expected it to be preserved in this world for so long.

He even remembered seeing this resurrection scroll in another world, and afterwards, it inexplicably saved his life.

As soon as Zhao Zhao finished speaking, Asher's gaze immediately turned to her. He seemed to realize something and said, "Since you say you are Hilgarven, then tell me, what is the Scroll of Resurrection?"

The scroll of resurrection was a birthday gift from little Hill, and no one knew about it except for a few princes, not even his father.

Zhao Zhao's expression was frank: "Actually, it wasn't a resurrection scroll at all. It was just something I wrote casually for fun, and it had no effect..."

Thinking of how much they cherished it, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Asher interrupted him, his voice growing louder: "What's written on it?"

Happy birthday, second brother! May you have good fortune, health, and happiness...

The resurrection scroll was blank; Zhao Zhao read the blessing from the small note he had given Asher in the gift box.

Before he could finish speaking, a warm embrace tightly bound him.

Compared to the cold body I remembered, this embrace was warmer.

"Little Hill, I miss you so much."

His Highness the Prince has found something to care about again, and his enthusiasm for life has increased considerably. Whether it's Darid, Asher, or Zhao Zhao walking through the castle, they all wear smiles.

The once gloomy castle was now filled with laughter and joy, and felt warmer.

"What's wrong with you two?" Zhao Zhao asked, puzzled, when the two who had been laughing just moments before suddenly fell silent.

Asher lazily tossed his hair: "Someone's back."

“It’s my eldest sister, but there seems to be someone else as well,” Darid said, looking out the window.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhao quickly went forward and peered out the window. She saw a man and a woman standing in the open space in front of the spacious castle.

The two stood facing each other with somber expressions, their eeriness and solemnity evident even from afar.

"It's Fourth Brother and Eldest Sister!"

Zhao Zhao happily shouted to Darede and the other man, but when she turned around again, she saw Evanolin, dressed in a black and gold uniform, slap the gloomy Damian twice. Damian was naturally not satisfied and stuffed the doll in his hand into his arms and started hitting him.

"Huh?" Zhao Zhao was dumbfounded: "Why do they still like to fight so much?"

Caught off guard, Zhao Zhao's worried dark eyes suddenly met a pair of cold, crimson eyes, and her fear of the powerful figure made her body stiffen.

Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder. Daled patted him reassuringly and asked the owner of the eyes, "Elder sister, what did fourth brother do wrong that made you so angry?"

He looked cheerful with his eyes crinkling, but to Evanorein and Damian, his smile turned into schadenfreude.

After all, in their hearts, the two-faced Darede was the most cunning.

Evanolin: "You didn't teach him a lesson, did you?"

"Get out of here, all of you." Damian's sinister gaze swept over Zhao Zhao briefly before quickly returning to him. The clean-cut young man in white stood in front of the carved window of the castle and smiled brightly at him.

My heart, which had been quiet for so long, suddenly started pounding.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he suddenly broke free from Evanolin's grasp. Zhao Zhao looked at his severed arm and cried out in alarm, "Fourth Brother, your hand!"

Huge black wings unfurled from Damian's back. He reached out to the boy by the window without a care. When his scarred hand touched the clean, fair hand, he leaped into the castle and instantly pulled Zhao Zhao into his arms!

The moment their bodies touched, their gloomy souls seemed to be purified.

“Hilgarven has grown up and is as tall as his brother now.”

He asked nothing, complained nothing, and simply stated the facts he had observed.

"Your hands..." Zhao Zhao was worried and tried to struggle out of the embrace, just then the door opened.

The elegant and noble Evanolin approached with unhurried steps, instantly enveloping the entire space in a suffocating atmosphere.

"Damian, have you become an idiot from practicing evil magic?"

Even so, the powerful queen's gaze remained fixed on the fragile human boy.

She frowned: "You've made another puppet?"

"Damian, when exactly did you...?"

"Elder sister," Zhao Zhao called out again, her tears flowing uncontrollably, "I am Hilgarven, I can finally come back to see you all..."

Even though Damian and the other two already knew Zhao Zhao's identity, their hearts still trembled when they heard him introduce himself.

The family members they once loved deeply, the people they swore to protect for a lifetime, reappeared before them.

No one can truly understand the feeling of something lost and then found again.

Evannoline: "Brother..." Tears streamed down the face of the strong vampire queen, whose exquisite makeup revealed that she felt Zhao Zhao looked familiar the moment she saw him.

It turned out that an old friend had indeed returned.

"Let me see." She strode forward, her high heels clicking on the ground. After Damian's other intact arm was dislocated, she finally pulled Zhao Zhao out of his suffocating embrace.

"Elder sister, Fourth Brother is injured!" Zhao Zhao felt sorry for him. Evanolin hugged him again, her whole body trembling with excitement. She said in a shaky voice, "Don't worry about him, he deserves it."

Even at this point, Evanorene still had the mind to scold him, which shows how infuriating Damian was.

Damian, who usually flew into a rage when scolded, was now like a docile cat after being soothed. The unruly vampire prince's bloodthirsty eyes were full of laughter: "Yes, I deserve it. I was too stupid."

Darid, Asher: Brother/Brother, are you alright?

"What a double standard! Damian, you're amazing!" Asher clapped his hands in admiration.

Damian ignored him and looked at Zhao Zhao with pleading eyes: "Now that you're back, will you leave again?"