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.

identities

if he didn’t become an idiot, his body was

only thing he prayed for now was that the old

it would not be easy to kill them as cultivators

is only a short

***

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

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

and skin under his

emanated from the fruit cores and the

it was the

this elder turned a blind eye to

one, the old man’s

on his face

was like a dead tree, was slowly

shifted away from Caspian and the

spinning Whirlpools

***

time being, but I don’t know when the danger will fall,’ Caspian thought

looked at the

at me like that.” The

“I won’t help you.”

what you said, you know how to

held

time, Caspian had a certain understanding of the temper of

now, he wouldn’t say it no matter how much Caspian

this case, he could not force the other party to do it Because at this time,

more like an outsider who could only see and

could not even cause ripples in the pond, he could

his eyes and thought for a

calmed down

wanted to solve the situation, he could only rely on

to see my previous life and next life, then why did he see the scene in South Earlington for present life? I want

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

a sneer appeared on Caspian’s

plan has