The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The teacher Jasmine mentioned slowly made his way forward.

Even though the flames of the candles in the room were not swaying, the darkness seemed to have replaced the light.

Jasmine’s expression remained unchanged, but his pupils were slightly constricted.

After a while, a raspy voice sounded from beneath the black robe, “Your handwriting has innumerable twists and turns.

Moreover, the Yin energy’s denser than the Yang energy.”

Jasmine laughed.

“Teacher, you could‘ve directly said that I’m an overthinker and also a shrewd.”

The man in a black robe scoffed, seemingly agreeing to Jasmine.

Soon, the smile on Jasmine’s face gradually disappeared.

Next, a ruthless expression that did not match his age suddenly appeared between his eyes.

His voice seemed colder as he uttered word by word, “However, don’t you forget, teacher.

I’m the one who’s residing in the Eastern Palace, and I’m also the one who has obtained the great opportunity.

On the other hand, death is knocking on Molie’s door!”

Jasmine’s body slightly trembled as he said that.

A faint black mist started to surge from his back.

It was as if they formed into countless tentacles, and its sight would make anyone’s hair stand on end.

“Have you planned it well?” The man in the black robe calmly asked as he turned a blind eye to the changes in Jasmine’s body.

“Everything’s in control.” Then, Jasmine blinked hard, and he withdrew the black mist back into his body.

Next, he chuckled.

“I wonder what the Princess of Astren’s thinking.

She wants to arrange a marriage of convenience with Paul.

Nonetheless, it’ll be good too.

I’ve been finding ways to get rid of him, and now that he can finally leave Salleria, we shall let him die on his journey there.

This way, I’ll be free from worries.

However, the only person I‘m worried about is that brat, Camille.

she come between my

black robe

and his gaze was profound as he looked at the

you said that, I can’t be

he’d never dream that the journey ahead of me will be a longer one than yours! My innate Demon Phyton Form alone is

were hard to tell under the swaying candle

absent-mindedly, they would see as if Jasmine’s head turned into a giant python’s head, and

***

the dawn broke, two carriages with dozens of guards appeared

the team accompany Molie

was there no grand style, but even the

not be aware that Molie was

them would be willing to escort this man on an arduous journey to a faraway

in one of the carriages as he sat cross-legged,

of Echo’s hidden secret yesterday, Molie did not waste any time and trained hard all night in the Tower of

he absorbed the Sea-Breaker Beast’s blood and essence, Molie’s

was exhausted, he just needed a short nap and would be full of

one night equaling three nights and Molie’s physical trait that almost needed no

qi was

muscles were once again filled

with her head out

tidied up the curtains,

hands on her cheeks, she

her and asked, “Are you

head and

“No, I’m not.

so where you go,

reluctant, and it’s

turned softer, and

that it’s unfair for you, Your

and those people are

let them

his answer, she was stunned, and she saw that Molie was

you by my side

you trust me, I don’t care about

words seemed to

instantly flickered with surprise, bashfulness,

into

“I’m not crying.

thrilled.” Penny wiped away her tears

Then, she sniffled.

Highness, we’ll never

you for the rest of

Molie nodded