The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

”Let’s eat, let’s eat.”

The rising bonfire reflected a red glow on Handsome’s face.

At that moment, the little white pig, which was the size of two fists of an adult, jumped with its hooves, looking forward to watching Caspian roast a large piece of wild beast meat on the fire.

Although wild animal meat was far less delicious than human cultivators, the roasted meat was still in line with Handsome’s taste.

Just as the meat was placed on the fire, the little white pig started drooling.

Then, Caspian sat cross-legged at one side, patiently waiting.

Suddenly, he noticed a group of people approaching from the corner of his eye.

There were about six people in that group, and it seemed that cultivators were among them too.

They did not walk in front of Caspian but stopped at a distance of more than 500 meters from him.

Judging from their actions, they appeared to be taking a night’s rest here too.

Caspian squinted when he saw them, but he did not do anything.

Instead, he shut his eyes again and started meditating.

In the wilderness and in that complex environment where good and bad people were mixed, no one was willing to make trouble for themselves.

Whether it was caravans or pedestrians passing by, they avoided each other as much as possible.

If they were too close to others, it was easy to attract dissatisfaction.

To avoid that kind of misunderstanding, especially when they rested at night, everyone tried their best to avoid suspicion.

Yet, the distance of more than 500 meters was extremely close for cultivators, let alone mortals.

Therefore, if one of the parties were ill-intentioned and attacked in the evening, the other party might not even have time to react.

If Caspian’s current position was someone else, they might immediately negotiate with the other campers who were so close to them.

Nonetheless, Caspian was not worried as he was confident that those people could not do anything to him.

sense, and he had Handsome the monster

believed the pig’s sense of

it just took a sniff in the wind and immediately analyzed that the other party’s group roasted at least five different kinds of

time they found him, their camp was already

it was unrealistic for them to

after discovering that other people were nearby, the expressions of the group of

gathered together and seemed

them walked toward Caspian with the leg of an unknown

man, why are you alone? Where are you from?” The man in his mid-thirties smiled brightly like

meat on the fire was already cooked, and he shared it

the piece of meat that Caspian ate was much smaller

a piece of meat, whereas

white pig jump up on the pile of meat and crunch on a piece of meat the size of an adult, which disappeared at speed visible to

a while, he

his food and looked at the

Leaving at dawn.”

he was only passing by and would not pose any

man heard Caspian’s words,

Caspian for a moment, and

not be described as gorgeous,

it matched

was not an ordinary person or a child of

was the second stage

was extremely rare for a teenager to

big clans in the surrounding

also a person who

through Caspian’s demeanor, dressing, and realm in his mind and quickly discerned that Caspian was from a wealthy family of cultivators,

there might be

the young were usually

beaten by reality, they

judgment, the man felt

did not know him, so he did not have

the man thought Caspian

the thought of that, the man’s smile bloomed