Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 266 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 3

Zhao Zhao turned her gaze to Evanolin again, blinking her bright eyes and staring at her intently. After a while, her eyes started to sting, but Evanolin showed no intention of turning her head to look back.

Zhao Zhao felt a little dissatisfied and started digging and picking at the throne with her chubby little hands, making a "sizzling" sound. This quickly attracted the attention of Mosen Cain, who was dozing off with one hand propping up his head.

Mosen Cain looked over with a cold gaze, pinched Zhao Zhao's small and delicate chin with his other hand, and said sternly, "Behave yourself."

Zhao Zhao pouted unhappily, secretly complaining about her cold father and sister.

At that moment, Mosen Cain suddenly pointed at Evanorine and asked, "Do you know who she is?"

Upon hearing her father's question, Zhao Zhao immediately raised her head, her round, bright eyes sparkling like jewels, and looked directly at Evanolin, answering in a clear voice, "This is my sister~"

However, before Evanolin could react, a cold laugh rang out above Zhao Zhao's head: "Oh? You do remember her?"

Before he could finish speaking, Mosen Cain waved his arm and threw Zhao Zhao out of the air. A pair of small wings instantly appeared on Zhao Zhao's back. She instinctively spread them out and flapped them twice before landing steadily in Evan Norlin's arms.

Zhao Zhao didn't care about her father's actions. She simply hugged Evanolin's neck affectionately, a sweet smile on her face, and obediently called out, "Sister~"

Upon hearing the overly sweet "sister," Evanolin's body trembled violently, and her already tense expression became even more rigid.

She slowly lowered her head, her gaze gradually shifting to the cub in her arms.

The cub was dressed in a small black outfit, its short white hair and snow-white wings complementing each other, making it as adorable as a finely crafted work of art. The little creature's features were extremely delicate, pink and round, as if one could pinch water from them.

This was the first time in her life that she had been so close to a child! Although he had several half-brothers, she always maintained a certain distance from them and did not engage in any intimate behavior.

Even for Zhao Zhao, if it weren't for today's events, she probably wouldn't have had the chance to see him. Thinking back carefully, this seems to be only the third time she has seen him since Zhao Zhao was born.

I heard that this younger brother is physically weak and has a poor memory, so it's quite remarkable that he still remembers me.

“Hill…Gavin?” Evannorin said, trying to recall the cub’s exact name.

"You called her the right sister!" Zhao Zhao was secretly delighted, because the person in front of him was his first mission target. He remembered his mission and was determined to win Evanolin's favor first.

Evanolin had never held a child before, so her posture was stiff and her grip was very strong. Zhao Zhao felt a little uncomfortable being held tightly in her arms and couldn't help but wrinkle her little face slightly.

On his throne, Morsengain's face was cold. "Evannorin, put Hilgarven down." He looked down at his children below, his tone as harsh as if he were speaking to a subordinate.

"You're so old and still acting like a spoiled child, it's really not right." He was instructing Zhao Zhao, while secretly making up his mind to train Zhao Zhao's masculinity.

Evan Norlin instinctively placed a hand behind Zhao Zhao's head and took a step back. "Ancestor, Hilgarven is still in his cub stage. He... is still young."

It seemed innate for her to defend Zhao Zhao; she looked at Mosen Cain and silently lowered her head.

"Hmph!" Zhao Zhao turned her head and made a face at her father.

Looking at the novel wings, Zhao Zhao curiously manipulated the little wings to fly around in the air. For a moment, the cub's childlike laughter rang out in the cold and solemn hall.

Mosen Cain watched silently as his youngest son acted out, without saying a word to stop him. He stared blankly at the happier little boy in the air, his thoughts wandering.

"Oh, what a lively scene!" At this moment, the second prince, Asher, the second son of the progenitor, walked in unhurriedly. He ignored Evanolin and Zhao Zhao, and simply bowed to Morsengain, "Greetings, Father."