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.

even himself in his next life, his three identities and three pieces of memory might directly cause his consciousness to collapse and he would become a madman or

if he didn’t become an idiot,

he prayed for now was that the old man was

to kill them as cultivators in a

short period of time…”

***

sitting on the coffin, and the twisted human figure on the coffin was under

with Caspian and the others, who were still sleeping soundly,

and skin under his feet had piled

emanated from the fruit cores

than 20,000 years, even if it was the fruit

elder turned a blind eye to them, only eating

he swallowed the fruits one by one, the

on his

and his body, which was like a dead

his eyes never shifted away from Caspian and

Whirlpools were full of coldness and

***

being, but I don’t know when the danger will fall,’ Caspian thought for a while and said, “I have to find a way to get out of here as

at the

me like that.” The other party shook his

“I won’t help you.”

you said, you know how to solve it,” Caspian immediately

just held his

certain understanding of the temper of the

the other party didn’t say it now, he wouldn’t say

force the other party to do it Because at this time, he was in his

was more like an outsider who could only see and could not

not even cause ripples in the pond, he could not affect anything else

his eyes and thought for a

down

solve the situation, he

previous life and next life, then why did he see the scene in South Earlington

year was May 23rd when I was five years old. And I was thrown into hellhole prison at the age of

this, a sneer appeared on

Edgar Montgomery’s plan has begun at this