The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“You…” Liliana looked at Charles in confusion.

However, Charles did not even spare her a glance, and he turned to look at Xander.

“The Casper you’re saying is the Casper in Darnley Valley? Wasn‘t there another disciple named Maya? Is she here?”

Everyone was stunned, and no one knew why he would mention that old affair, let alone how he was aware of it.

“I’m Maya!” Maya walked forward, and her eyes had a layer of frost.

“So, it’s you!” Charles sized Maya up and down with admiration,

”What’s on your mind?” Maya frowned.

“I want to thank you! Hahahaha!” After saying that, Charles suddenly laughed aloud as if he thought of something.

In an instant, the quiet scene was filled with his unbridled laughter, and the chilling atmosphere before was swiftly destroyed.

Yet, what followed was an unpredictable evil and coldness.

After all, moody opponents were always more invincible than ruthless opponents.

Even after finally stopping himself from laughing further, Charles still held his stomach, desperately holding back tears in his eyes and gasping for breath, saying, “But I want to thank Casper more.

Hahaha! You must be clueless, but he let that woman suffer so much loss back then! Yet, that lady was too proud to admit that she couldn’t do anything well! If you saw her expression that day… Hahahaha! It‘s as if she fell into the dirt! It was hilarious! Hahahaha!”

Just when Charles laughed and confused everyone, he suddenly took a deep breath and sneered at Maya.

“Little lady, do you still believe that the waves of monsters were an accidental phenomenon?”

That sentence was so straightforward that everyone would be fools if they could not understand it.

“You did it!” Maya suddenly felt an unprecedented hostility, rising from her lower abdomen and almost bursting out of her chest.

Wesley‘s eyes filled with justice, the figures of the sect cultivators and individual cultivators who stepped forward without fear.

The heroic words of “It’s fine if we don’t return”, stuck with the shadow of his figure.

hot, and her tears rolled out

her teeth, glaring at Charles as the old and new

else could see, Caspian’s breathing was much

be said to be the key for Caspian to transform himself

the few individual cultivators used their actions to set a role model of

never needed to sacrifice themselves! The waves of

gradually clenched,

eyes of the Heavenly Stars

something so badly? After all, only one

If it was me…”

of him, flashing

going to kill you

Omar roared and raised

long before, and now he

to be avenged, and recently, Jaime was beaten to death by the opponent, and that vengeance must

Ozul snorted and strode forward with

feathers, dozens of sword lights

also rushed to

hands rotated violently like a drill bit, stirring the surrounding air and forming a vortex visible

continuously, and they ran forward and simply found

cultivators was more than the disciples of the three major sects

protracted battle, and their

at ease for the exhausted enemies, especially since the disciples of the

disciples of the three major sects and

clearly what Charles expected! Everything was within

the three major sect disciples in advance, and he appeared to be

time to appear to double-strike the

a very shrewd heart under Charles’ arrogant and

Bang!

loud sound and Gregory, whose arm was already broken before

body fell to the ground,

cultivator holding a huge black sickle grinned and

Swoosh!

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