The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Caspian’s gaze shifted slightly.

Moments later, his expression returned to its usual calm.

He turned to look at the person beside him who was like him.

“What on earth is that old guy doing?”

Naturally, the identity of the person Caspian was talking to was just too obvious.

He was the one behind the Gates of Hell.

“A rare ability…” The other party said, “It might be an ancient inheritance.”

“The Three Life Mountain, the previous life, this present life, and the future.

It turns out to be the Three lives…”

After thinking for a while, Caspian looked at the person next to him again and asked with a smile, “Why don’t you talk anymore?”

After that, Caspian imitated the other party’s tone.

“Perhaps… Some sort of ancient… Inheritance…”

“Aren’t you always like this when you talk? Why was it gone now? Could it be that the zombies that you swallowed earlier fed you full?” Caspian’s tone was teasing.

The other party rolled his eyes and ignored Caspian.

Originally, he just wanted to tease the one behind the Gates of Hell, but now that the other party didn’t answer, Caspian naturally wouldn’t be too entangled in this matter.

He soon returned to reality.

“Am I now trapped in the memories of the past? Can I still see the past and the future? What about the others?”

“I don’t know,” The answer from the guy behind Gates of Hell was very straightforward.

”But the longer you stay here, the more dangerous you will be…”

Caspian also understood the danger mentioned by the other party.

Just like him just now, if he had not been awakened by the other party, he might not have realized that he was actually in the depths of his memory.

identities and three pieces of memory might directly cause his consciousness to collapse and he would become

even if he didn’t become an idiot, his body was still in

now was

case, it would not be easy to kill them as cultivators

is only a short

***

the coffin, and the twisted human figure on

with Caspian and the others, who were still sleeping soundly, he smiled coldly

fruit cores and skin under his feet had piled up on

strong fragrance emanated from the fruit cores and the

20,000 years, even if it was the fruit core or the

turned a blind eye to them,

one, the old man’s

his

body, which was like a dead tree, was slowly recovering its

never shifted away

Whirlpools

***

I don’t know when the danger will fall,’ Caspian thought for a while and

saying this, Caspian looked at the guy opposite him

look at me like that.” The other party shook

“I won’t help you.”

said, you know how

man stopped talking and just held his arms,

of the temper of the

didn’t say it now, he wouldn’t say it no matter how

to do it Because

an outsider who could only see and could not

could not even cause ripples in the pond, he

closed his eyes and thought for

calmed down and

wanted to solve the situation, he could only

see my previous life and next life, then why did he see the scene in South Earlington for present life? I want to think about

And I was thrown into hellhole prison at the age of fifteen… There were still ten years before that conspiracy

a sneer appeared on Caspian’s

Montgomery’s plan has begun at this