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.

the other party appeared, he knelt on the ground obediently and kowtowed, waiting

was thrown

voice came to

“Get lost!”

his ears, ‘She really spared my life!

he was already

party and

with words written on

he was, Terrence knew that what was recorded on it was either martial arts

this was a reward from a Holy Land

he save his life, but he also received a reward from

the previous hardships and

tearing emotions

who had killed people like numbness,

both hands and put them away close

he kowtowed to Camille again,

***

winter afternoon sun gave off a

Caves stood in the forest, squinting at the

like a small boat, floated slowly in the

of wanting to go home and

go home and have

a decision in an

a deep breath and

to leave this mountain ridge after stepping into

Camille pursed

out her hand and slowly uncovered the veil that had

little pale, but there was a sense of

turned around and walked into the

on the blanket seemed to be

of Caspian should be

most, no more than 48

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 Exchanging Technique these

was fully filled, now that

at Caspian, Camille’s eyes showed a touch of tenderness, but she was more reluctant to part with

up

to your character, that person has helped you, so

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