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.

previous life or even himself in his next life, his three identities and three pieces

become an idiot, his body was still in

he prayed for now was that the old

not be easy to kill them as cultivators in a short

short period

***

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

who were still sleeping soundly, he smiled coldly and ate the

under his

the fruit

than 20,000 years, even if it was the fruit core or the skin, was a treasure that could drive any cultivator

a blind eye to them, only eating fruit

one by one, the old man’s

on his face

which was like a dead tree, was slowly recovering its

away from Caspian and the

three spinning Whirlpools were full of coldness and

***

my memory, it means that I‘m not in danger for the time being, but I don’t know when the danger will fall,’ Caspian thought for a while and said, “I have to

at the guy opposite him

at me like that.” The other party

“I won’t help you.”

how to solve it,” Caspian immediately

and just held his arms, looking

Caspian had a certain understanding of the temper of

he wouldn’t say it no

he could not force the other party to do it Because

an outsider who could

even cause ripples in the pond,

eyes and thought for a

he calmed down

wanted to solve the situation, he could only rely

then why did he

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

a sneer appeared

Montgomery’s plan has begun