Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 82 My Sadistic Brother 35

"elder brother."

Sang Yinuo vaguely heard someone calling him. The voice was very familiar. He turned around, and the scene in front of him suddenly flipped. At the bottom of the River of Oblivion, in a group of coffins, Zhao Zhao smiled sweetly and waved to him in front of her mother's blood-red coffin.

Feeling a sudden, inexplicable panic, Sang Yinuo called out, "Don't move, brother's here!"

He rushed towards Zhao Zhao, but the person who had been standing there so obediently suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered on his face, staining it red. Zhao Zhao swayed precariously, and Sang Yinuo reached out to catch her, but only touched nothingness.

He looked up blankly, but Zhao Zhao was nowhere to be seen.

He flicked his sleeves, disregarding his appearance, and looked around frantically for Zhaozhao, shouting, "Zhaozhao! Zhaozhao!!"

"Brother, I'm here!" Zhao Zhao's ethereal voice came from mid-air.

Sang Yinuo looked up, then suddenly looked down, only to see that the blood-red coffin beside him had been opened. He stiffly stepped forward and was shocked to see that inside lay…

It's obvious!

In the Young Emperor's Palace, Sang Yinuo suddenly sat up, panting heavily. He raised his hands, trembling, and covered his head tightly. Suddenly, he threw off the covers and got up.

Thinking about the scene in his dream, Sang Yinuo felt extremely flustered, and only one thought remained in his mind: he had to go see Zhaozhao.

The Palace of the Underworld.

The Underworld Emperor was sleeping soundly with Zhao Zhao in his arms when suddenly someone grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently. Without even opening his eyes, the Underworld Emperor raised his hand and slapped him. "Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say!" Without a doubt, no one except Sang Yinuo would dare to be so disrespectful to him.

"I'm taking Zhao Zhao with me." Sang Yinuo pried open the Underworld Emperor's hand and was about to pull Zhao Zhao out from under the covers.

The Underworld Emperor pressed him down, lazily opening his eyes. "You came all this way in the middle of the night just to pick up Zhao Zhao?"

"Hey, why are your eyes so red?"

The Underworld Emperor discovered something extraordinary, sat up, and specially took out a luminous pearl to illuminate the area.

Sang Yinuo moved a little further away, her expression sinister, "Zhaozhao, give it to me~" Her mournful voice was like a vengeful ghost.

The Underworld Emperor got goosebumps from his stare. He didn't know what had gotten into him, so he raised his hand and gently rubbed Sang Yinuo's head. "Baby, what's wrong with you?"

"nothing."

"I want Zhaozhao." Sang Yinuo suppressed her surging emotions and tried to pick up Zhaozhao again.

This time, the Underworld Emperor did not stop him. Watching their departing figures, he wondered, what was he grieving about?

This time, Sang Yinuo specially changed rooms with Zhaozhao, and holding his small body, her panicked heart slowly calmed down.

Calmly watching his sleeping face, she occasionally reached out to check his pulse. That dream had left a deep shadow on him, to the point that he dared not close his eyes.

When Zhao Zhao woke up, he found himself in Sang Yinuo's arms. Clearly, Sang Yinuo had taken him away in the middle of the night when he wasn't paying attention.

Unaware of what happened last night, Zhao Zhao raised her hand to pry open Sang Yinuo's eyelids, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Brother, wake up."

Sang Yinuo not only didn't wake up, but upon hearing his voice, her furrowed brows relaxed, and she slept more comfortably.

Zhao Zhao: ……

Seeing that he really had no intention of waking up, Zhao Zhao decided to get up on her own. However, as soon as she left Sang Yinuo's embrace, he unconsciously grabbed her wrist.

He pulled hard.

In an instant, Zhao Zhao, who had stood up, fell down, her head colliding with Sang Yinuo's head with a loud "bang".

Sang Yinuo woke up, and Zhao Zhao had a big bump on her head.

"Brother, is your head made of iron?" Zhao Zhao asked, her eyes red and aggrieved.

Sang Yinuo's hazy eyes cleared instantly. He raised his hand and placed it on Zhao Zhao's head. A halo of light flashed, and the pain disappeared instantly.

He looked deeply ashamed. "I'm sorry, Zhaozhao."

Zhao Zhao touched her head curiously and said, "It's okay, brother, I don't hurt anymore."

Sang Yinuo was still in a daze, staring blankly at his face. Zhao Zhao waved her hand in front of him, trying to bring him back to his senses, but Sang Yinuo immediately grabbed her wrist.

“Honey, don’t wave anymore. Your brother can’t handle this kind of stimulation,” Sang Yinuo said with a forced smile.

Zhao Zhao: ?

Brother, you're acting strange today.