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.

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

idiot, his body was still

thing he prayed for now was

it would not be easy to

is only a short period of time…”

***

the coffin, and the twisted human figure on the

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

cores and skin under his feet had piled up

emanated from the

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

eye to them, only eating fruit

by one, the old man’s withered body gradually became

his face

body, which was like

shifted away

eyes which had three spinning Whirlpools were full of

***

being, but I don’t know when the danger

Caspian looked at the guy opposite him

me like that.” The

“I won’t help you.”

you know how to solve

talking and just held his arms, looking at Caspian

had a certain understanding of the temper of the person behind the Gates

other party didn’t say it now, he wouldn’t say it no

to do it Because at this time, he was in his

like an outsider who could only

not even cause ripples in the pond, he could

and thought

calmed down and thought

the situation, he could only rely on

then why did he see the scene in

23rd when I was five years old. And I was thrown into hellhole prison at the age of fifteen… There were still ten years before that

a sneer appeared

has begun