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.

if he saw himself again in his previous life or even himself in his next life, his three identities and three pieces of memory might directly cause

he didn’t become an idiot, his

he prayed for now was that the old man was

easy to kill them as cultivators in a short

this is only a short period

***

palace, the old man, the former emperor, was sitting on the coffin, and

sleeping soundly, he smiled coldly and ate the fruits

skin under his feet had piled up on

strong fragrance emanated from the fruit cores and

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

turned a blind eye to them,

one by one, the old man’s withered body

on his face gradually

was like a dead tree, was slowly recovering its

his eyes never shifted away from Caspian and

Whirlpools were full of coldness and

***

know when the danger will fall,’ Caspian thought for a while and

at the guy opposite him with

that.”

“I won’t help you.”

you said, you know how to solve

and just held

a long time, Caspian had a certain understanding of the temper of

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

the other party to

more like an outsider who could only see

not even cause ripples in the

eyes and thought

down and

solve the situation, he could only rely on

man’s ability is to see my previous life and next life, then why did he see the scene in South Earlington for present life? I

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

this, a sneer appeared on Caspian’s

Edgar Montgomery’s plan has begun