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.

three identities and three pieces of memory might

even if he didn’t become an idiot,

was that

be easy to kill them as cultivators

a short

***

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

sleeping soundly, he smiled coldly and

skin under his feet had piled up

strong fragrance emanated from the fruit

that had existed for more than 20,000 years, even if it was the fruit core or the skin, was a treasure that

blind eye to them, only eating fruit

by one, the old man’s

wrinkles on his face

which was like a dead tree, was slowly

never shifted away

Whirlpools were full of coldness and

***

danger for the time being, but I don’t know when the

the guy opposite him with

that.” The other

“I won’t help you.”

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

held his arms, looking

had a certain understanding of the temper

say it now, he wouldn’t

this case, he could not force the other party to do it Because

who could only see and

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

and thought for

he calmed down

wanted to solve the situation, he could

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

into hellhole prison at the age of fifteen… There were still ten years before that conspiracy officially

of this, a sneer appeared

Edgar Montgomery’s plan has begun at this