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

a while, the man in the black robe answered, “I doubt that Princess Camille will interrupt your

was profound as he looked at the candle flame in

said that, I can’t be

ahead of me will be a longer one than yours! My innate Demon Phyton Form alone is incomparable to you, who’s only a martial

expressions were hard to tell under the swaying candle

see as if Jasmine’s head turned into a giant python’s head, and its forked tongue

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of guards appeared on the road outside Salleria’s

team accompany Molie

only was there no grand style, but even the

not be

be willing to escort this man on an arduous journey to a

as he sat cross-legged, concentrating on his meditation with

waste any

blood and essence, Molie’s

he just needed a

due to the Time Warp Zone’s effect of one night equaling three nights and Molie’s physical trait that almost needed

his qi was aligned and

muscles were once again filled with the strength that

Penny, who looked outside with her head out of the carriage

carefully tidied up the curtains, curled up,

her

her and asked, “Are you feeling

her head and stared

“No, I’m not.

where you

not reluctant, and

suddenly turned softer, and she began

it’s unfair for you,

you’re innocent, and those people are

let

and she saw that Molie was

you

trust me, I don’t care about what other

words seemed to have struck

instantly flickered with surprise, bashfulness, doubt, confusion,

turned into tears, and they were streaming

“I’m not crying.

just thrilled.” Penny wiped away her tears in

Then, she sniffled.

Highness, we’ll never be

serve you for the rest of my

deal.” Molie nodded and