The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 1373

December 12th.

As long as he was alive in the future, Terrence felt that he would never forget this day.

In the morning, he felt that the female cultivator was in a bad mood.

His heart began to panic.

In fact, after this period of observation, he had roughly guessed the whole thing.

The other party was treating the unconscious man.

When the man’s injury was getting better, the judgment of his fate was coming soon.

From the end of last month to today, if he looked back, he would find that it was just a coincidence.

The other party needed someone to carry the corpses.

Of course, this was just a side effect.

The main reason was that the woman needed a mountain bandit who was familiar with Dragon Spine Mountain to lead the way to each bandit village.

He was lucky.

For this reason, he lived more than half a month longer than the other bandits.

He was also unlucky to meet the cultivator of Holy Land Realm, who wanted to kill.

Today, from Camille’s absent-minded expression, Terrence faintly felt that there should be a result for what had lasted for half a month.

This result included whether he could survive or not.

He prayed, hoping that the other party would show mercy for the sake of his cautiousness during this period of time.

However, Terrence also understood that in the eyes of the cultivator, a mere life of a warrior was nothing more than an ant.

As for escaping, he didn’t even think about it.

In the afternoon, Camille once again appeared in front of Terrence.

Her clear eyes indicated that she had made her final decision.

Terrence did not say a word.

party appeared, he knelt on the ground obediently and

bang, something was thrown in

Camille’s faint voice

“Get lost!”

‘She really

already very calm about accepting

was even prepared to be killed by the other party and then ground by magic weapon stone mill and

he looked up and saw the bamboo slips with words written on them, he was even more

recorded on it was either martial arts

this was a reward from a Holy Land

his life, but he also received a

all the previous hardships and fears were

of tearing emotions came from his

Master of the Three King Village, who had killed

both hands and put

again, bowed back, and turned

***

winter afternoon sun gave

the forest,

like a small boat, floated

had a feeling of wanting to go home and have

to go home

a decision in

breath and walked

the first time he decided to leave this mountain

leave, Camille pursed

and slowly uncovered the veil that had

her face was a little pale, but there was a sense of

and walked into the room not

blanket seemed to be

should be in

more

that if vigor of Caspian in the past was compared to a pool that had been hollowed out, after she used the Devil’s Blood

go before it was fully filled, now that it had

showed a touch of tenderness, but she was more

you wake up now,

that person go, because I know that according to your character, that person has helped you, so I didn’t kill him… I hope that you can

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