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

pondering for a while, the man in the black robe answered, “I doubt that Princess

up, and his gaze was profound as he looked at the candle

I can’t be rest

longer one than yours! My innate Demon Phyton Form alone is incomparable to you, who’s only

expressions were hard

as if Jasmine’s head

***

dawn broke, two carriages with dozens of guards appeared

team accompany Molie to Astren for

grand style, but even the guards responsible

all, who would not be aware

willing to

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

waste any

Sea-Breaker Beast’s blood and essence,

exhausted, he just needed a short nap and would be

of one night equaling three nights and Molie’s physical trait that almost

that his qi

were once again filled with

who looked outside with her head out of the

carefully tidied up the curtains, curled up,

her

her and

head and stared

“No, I’m not.

you

not reluctant, and

and she began to tear

feel that it’s unfair for

that you’re innocent, and those people are spurting

let

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

have you by my side

you trust me, I don’t care about what other people

words seemed to

lady’s eyes instantly flickered with surprise, bashfulness, doubt,

turned into

“I’m not crying.

wiped away her

Then, she sniffled.

never be apart

want to serve you for the

Molie