The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The sky was out of reach, and the green bamboo forest was like an endless sea.

In an instant, Lucy felt as if she was alone in the world.

The intense feelings of emptiness, loneliness, and fear surged in her small heart instantly.

“Lady Jessica… Lady Jessica…” Lucy sobbed, looked in a random direction, and rushed forward with brisk steps.

However, the surrounding sea of bamboos appeared the same from any angle.

Lucy did not know how long she walked, but the forest seemed to have no end.

Even when she was out of breath, there was still no exit sign.

There was fear in Lucy’s eyes, and she pursed her lips, about to burst into tears again.

“Where am I… Lady Jessica, idiot Casper, where have you all gone… I want to go home…” Little Lucy, who now appeared like a fifteen-year-old girl, desperately wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Finally, after weeping a few times, she squatted on the ground, hugging her knees and crying.

At that time, behind a few green bamboos not far from Lucy, Caspian and Jessica stood side by side, quietly watching Lucy curled into a ball.

They were near, but Lucy did not notice them at all.

Lucy cried so hard that it was heartbreaking.

Jessica thought it was pitiful, and she was about to step forward.

However, before she could even take a step, Caspian stopped her.

When Jessica turned to look at Caspian, she immediately found him shaking his head lightly at her.

“But…” Jessica opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

“When you wrote to me before, you told me that Lucy was extremely lazy in her cultivation, and you were reluctant to make her work hard.

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you

But I feel so

Lucy, and tears glimmered

and Lucy was not only a maid in Jessica’s mind but more like

helplessly, how could she, the elder sister, not

shook

relationship, so you can’t

must think

want to be soft-hearted today and give up letting her practice hard, or hope that in a hundred years, you

separate due to death, her

be increased by 60 years when we go from a warrior

is nothing

seclusion will be for at least ten

and your cultivation speed is by no means comparable to ordinary

100 years to ascend to the

time, if Lucy can’t follow in your footsteps, do you think she

her openly or secretly, even if you have the heart to keep her by

No one wants

Moreover…”

a moment, then continued,

acts childishly and does not work hard, she’ll be a frail old woman with a wrinkled

is just a

is advancing by leaps and bounds, and

between you two is like walking through the

can’t catch up

afraid you

you think of her again, Lucy’s probably no

hit Jessica’s

pretty face was faintly pale as if she thought of the worst possibility, and her body could not help trembling

a long time, Jessica whispered, “This is exactly what I’m afraid of… Lucy’s like a family member, and I’m scared that one

catch up with you, then this situation is unavoidable when your