Chapter 645 [Blood Clan Extra] Visitors to the Castle 3

Dared: "He's Little Hill."

"impossible!"

Darid rolled his eyes: I told you but you don’t believe it…

If anyone had dared to assign this name to anyone else before, Asher would have been furious, but when Darid said that the boy in front of him was Hilgavyn, he felt more nervous and inexplicably afraid to face it.

The sound of his heartbeat betrayed his restless heart. His deep ruby ​​eyes stared intently at the distinctive black eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Produce evidence to prove your identity."

He couldn't wait to look forward to the boy's next move.

This reaction was normal. Zhao Zhao smiled and said, "I don't have any other evidence, only bits and pieces of memory."

Although he hadn't started to prove it yet, Asher had already begun to automatically substitute the boy's identity for his younger brother.

The more I look at it, the more I like it.

For some reason, he just had a liking for this person.

"Alright, alright," Darid hid Zhao Zhao behind him and frowned as he looked at Asher: "What did you say happened to Damian?"

"That bastard took away the resurrection scroll that Little Hill once wrote for me," Asher gritted his teeth, glancing behind Darid from time to time.

"Resurrection scroll?" Zhao Zhao poked his head out.

He had just written it for fun, but he had no idea it would be preserved in this world for so long.

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

As soon as Zhao Zhao finished speaking, Asher's eyes immediately turned to him. He thought of something and said, "Since you said you are Hilgavan, then tell me, what is the Resurrection Scroll?"

The resurrection scroll was a birthday gift from Little Hill to him. No one knew about it except a few princesses, not even his father.

Zhao Zhao's expression was frank: "Actually, that's not a resurrection scroll at all. I just wrote it casually for fun. It has no effect..."

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

Asher interrupted him, his voice getting louder and louder: "It says something."

"Happy birthday, second brother. May you be blessed with good health..."

There was no writing on the resurrection scroll. Zhao Zhao read the blessing words on the small note in the gift box he had given to Asher.

Before he could finish, a warm embrace embraced him tightly.

Compared to the cold body in my memory, the embrace was warmer.

"Xiao Xi'er, I miss you so much."

His Royal Highness the Prince now has something to care about again, and his enthusiasm for life has increased a lot. Whether it is Darid, Asher or Zhao Zhao, they all have smiles on their faces as they walk in the castle.

The slightly gloomy castle is now filled with laughter and a touch of warmth.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Zhao was puzzled when he saw that the two people who were smiling just now suddenly stopped talking.

Asher shook his hair lazily: "Someone is back."

"It's the eldest sister, but there seems to be someone else," Darid looked out through the window.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhao hurried forward and leaned over the window to look down. He saw a man and a woman standing in the open space in front of the spacious castle.

The two men stood facing each other with gloomy expressions on their faces, and one could sense the weirdness and solemnity in them from afar.

"It's the fourth brother and the eldest sister!"

Zhao Zhao shouted happily to Darid and the others, but when he turned around again, he saw Ivanolin, who was wearing a black and gold uniform, slapping the gloomy Damian twice. Damian was naturally not convinced, so he put the doll in his arms and started fighting.

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

Caught off guard, the worried black eyes suddenly met a pair of cold red eyes. The fear of the powerful made Zhao Zhao's body stunned.

Suddenly, a hand came up on his shoulder. Darid patted him soothingly and said to the owner of the eyes, "Eldest sister, what did Fourth Brother do wrong to deserve your anger?"

His eyes were curved and he looked in a good mood, but in the eyes of Ivanoline and Damian, his smile turned into gloating.

After all, in their hearts, the two-faced Darid is the most sinister.

Ivan Norin: "I dealt with him but not you, right?"

"Get out of here." Damian's vicious gaze quickly passed over Zhao Zhao and then quickly looked away. The young man in clean white clothes stood in front of the carved window of the ancient castle and smiled brightly at him.

My heart, which had been immersed for a long time, suddenly started beating violently.

Veins popped up on his forehead as he suddenly struggled to break free from Ivanolin's restraints. Zhao Zhao looked at his broken arm and suddenly screamed, "Fourth brother, your hand!"

Huge black wings spread out from Damian's back. He reached out to the young man by the windowsill regardless of anything. When his scarred palms touched the clean white hands, he jumped into the castle and hugged Zhao Zhao in his arms in an instant!

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

"Hilgavin has grown up and is as tall as his brother."

He asked nothing, complained nothing, and simply stated the facts as he saw them.

"Your hand..." Zhao Zhao was worried and wanted to struggle out of the embrace, but then the door opened.

The elegant and noble Ivan Norin approached at a leisurely pace, and a suffocating feeling instantly enveloped the entire space.

"Damian, have you become a fool from practicing sorcery?"

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

She frowned, "You made another puppet?"

"Damian, when did you...?"

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