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.

himself again in his previous life or even himself in his next life, his three identities and three pieces of memory might directly cause his consciousness to collapse and

become an idiot,

for now was that the old man was

case, it would not be easy to kill them as cultivators in a short

is only a short period

***

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

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

his feet had piled up on

fragrance emanated from the fruit cores

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

elder turned a blind eye to them, only eating fruit

by one, the old man’s withered body gradually

his face

and his body, which was like a dead tree, was

eyes never shifted away from Caspian and

three spinning Whirlpools were full of

***

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

saying this, Caspian looked at the guy opposite him with questioning

at me like that.” The other party shook his

“I won’t help you.”

you know how to solve it,” Caspian immediately

man stopped talking and just held

of the temper of the person behind the Gates of

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

force the other party to do it Because at this time,

was more like an outsider who

ripples in the

closed his eyes and thought

down and thought

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 think about

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 conspiracy officially

a sneer appeared

plan has begun at this