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.

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

become an idiot, his body was still in

was that the

be easy to kill them as cultivators in a

short period

***

man, the former emperor, was sitting on the

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

fruit cores and skin under his feet had

from the fruit

even if it was the fruit core or the skin, was

a blind eye

he swallowed the fruits one by one, the old man’s withered body

his face gradually

was like a dead tree,

away from Caspian

Whirlpools were

***

time being, but I don’t know when the

this, Caspian looked at the guy

at me like that.” The other party

“I won’t help you.”

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

man stopped talking and just held his

certain understanding of the temper of the

he wouldn’t say

could not force the other party to do it Because

more like an outsider who could only see and could

cause ripples in the pond, he could not

eyes and

calmed down and

situation, he

to see my previous life and next life, then why did he see the scene in South

May 23rd when I was five years old. And I was thrown into hellhole prison at

sneer appeared

Montgomery’s plan has begun at