This was what Zhao Zhao had requested to be hung up before. After the blood curse was lifted, the heavy curtains of the castle were all removed as he requested. At the same time, some photo albums and cute and warm decorations were hung everywhere.
Light shone into the gloomy castle, and even the style of painting gradually became warm.
Mossen Cain followed Zhao Zhao's gaze and saw Damian on the wall. He said, "Are you thinking about Damian?"
Among his brothers and sisters, Zhao Zhao is closest to Damian, and Damian has been in a coma. Logically speaking, it is normal for Zhao Zhao to miss him.
But Zhao Zhao looked dazed and just shook his head.
Something flashed in Mossen Cain's eyes, and he raised his voice slightly, "Hilgavin, what are you thinking about? Speak."
Zhao Zhao was startled, his eyes widened, and he said aggrievedly, "Why are you yelling at me?"
Mawson Cain: ...
"I was just thinking, this person looks so familiar, and... the doll in his hand, looks like it's mine... right?"
"But...where's my doll?"
Zhao Zhao turned his head and struggled to look at his father, "Where is my doll?"
The cub's big, watery eyes were filled with confusion, and it was very noisy in Mossen Cain's arms. "I want my baby. Go get it for me."
Zhao Zhao knew that this person would not be angry at his rudeness, so he asked to cheat without restraint.
Listening to his words, Mosen Cain's heart sank again and again. He steadied Zhao Zhao and seemed very calm, "You lost the doll."
"Really?" Zhao Zhao didn't remember losing the doll, but his father looked very confident.
"But I want my doll now."
Zhao Zhao felt a little aggrieved, tears welling up in her eyes again, "Go find..."
His crying interrupted what Mossen Cain wanted to ask. Under pressure, he could only ask someone to find his son's doll first.
The son remembers the doll, but not Damian...
Things seem to be developing in an unpredictable direction.
When Mosen Cain sent someone to find the doll and hand it to Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao was found eating fruit and playing with the new doll in his hands without even looking up. When he saw Mosen Cain holding the dirty doll in his hands, he even asked in confusion, "Father, what are you doing?"
Seeing him handing the doll to her, she even stepped back and said, "I don't want it."
This doll can communicate with Damian's consciousness, but since Damian is unconscious, it has now become an ordinary doll, thrown casually in an inconspicuous corner.
"Isn't this the doll you asked me to find?" Mossen Cain slowly squatted down and looked Zhao Zhao in the eye, his eyes calm to the point of being dangerous.
Zhao Zhao had no recollection of this incident and asked in confusion, "You're lying, kid. This never happened."
“…Okay, I understand.”
Hidden under his sleeves, his hands clenched tightly into fists. Mossen Cain's expression remained calm. "It's time to drink blood. Only by drinking it honestly can you grow up."
"oh."
Zhao Zhao subconsciously wanted to take the blood from the blood servant beside him, but Mossen Cain took it back into his arms and said, "I won't drink this today."
As he said this, he gently stroked Zhao Zhao's wrist and bit her head.
The body he reshaped is different from that of ordinary vampires. His blood is not only very attractive to vampires, but also highly nutritious.
Anyway, Zhao Zhao likes his blood very much.
After eating the "meal", Zhao Zhao was satisfied and became more dependent on Moshen Cain. Coincidentally, after knowing that Zhao Zhao was abnormal, Moshen Cain took him with him wherever he went, protecting him like a treasure and not letting anyone get close to him.
He wanted to find out what happened to his youngest son.
…
Obviously, Mossen Cain could not find out anything about the strange things that happened to Zhao Zhao. Perhaps he should go to the tower to ask.
"Father, you're looking for me." Asher had just returned from somewhere. His clothes had several big holes in them and he hadn't had time to change them. There was even dirt on his handsome face.
It doesn't look messy, but rather adds a wild beauty.
Moshen Cain frowned and gave him a look of disdain, saying, "Why are you here like this? It's not proper."
At this point, Asher couldn't help but twitch his mouth. Wasn't it his respected and reliable father who sent someone to call him over in a hurry after learning that he had returned to the castle?
And still feel disgusted with it?
Asher dared not get angry, but continued to smile and said, "Father, do you have something to ask me?"
"Um."
"I'm going to the tower soon. There's no one to look after Hilgavyn, so you should take care of him."
Mossen Cain now didn't dare to let Zhao Zhao out of his sight, for fear that something might go wrong if he wasn't careful.
"Oh~ Yes, father~" Asher looked up at Zhao Zhao, who was concentrating on playing with toys and didn't even look at him.
Maybe this is how people are. The less they are cared about, the more they want others to care about them.
"Little Hill~"
His father went out, and Asher immediately ran to Zhaozhao when he saw this.
Seeing the dirty stranger raising his hand to hug him, Zhao Zhao dodged and said angrily, "You should take a shower, humph."
"Hahahahahaha, it's true that the father is raising the cub. It hasn't been long and he already has mysophobia, huh?"
Zhao Zhao didn't say much, fiddling with the things in his hands. He seemed to be aware of his own abnormality and often stared blankly, trying to remember his relatives who were becoming increasingly vague in his mind.
He was putting together a simple puzzle that Mossen Cain had just given him to play with. It was a family portrait of the vampires.
His father said that he would reward him after he finished the puzzle, so he worked even harder.
Asher, who saw him fascinated, also joined in. Zhao Zhao did not drive him away.
Smelling the familiar light fragrance around him, Zhao Zhao turned around and asked, "Have I seen you before?"
He had forgotten his voice and appearance, but the smell of his favorite perfume and his smooth way of doing things brought Zhao Zhao back to memories.
On this side, hearing his words, Asher felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him from a clear sky, leaving him burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.
"What? We haven't seen each other for just over ten days, and Little Hill has already forgotten who I am?"
Zhao Zhao frowned and shook his head hard, but still had no recollection of it. Oops, his memory seemed to be getting worse.
"I am your second brother, Asher."
Asher grabbed Zhaozhao's hand and wrote the three big words "Asher" on his white and tender palm.
Zhao Zhao smiled, raised his hand, and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you, Brother Asher."
From brother to big brother, there is only one more word in the title, but the emotions and distance between them are suddenly widened a lot.
This little bastard really knows how to say things that will most pique people's interest.
"Poor little thing, why do you have such a bad memory?" He sighed and said patiently, "Remember, I am your brother, your dear brother, your dear second brother~"
"Second brother?"
"Yes~"
"wrong!"
Asher felt cold, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he subconsciously asked, "What's wrong? I didn't lie..."
"Because my second brother died a long time ago."
Asher's unfinished words were interrupted by Zhao Zhao's words, and his face turned dark, completely black.
You little bastard, you spread rumors and destroyed his "right to life and death".
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