The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

His head hurt a little.

It was like the feeling of swelling after sleeping too much.

But more importantly, it was the kind of mental weakness and exhaustion.

There were no less than 20 people standing in the small mud hut.

Everyone was wearing coarse cloth clothes, they looked at Caspian with anger and vigilance.

“Who are you?” After looking around, Caspian asked in confusion.

Among the crowd, an elder with white beard took a step forward.

He was the village chief.

“You fainted on the roadside at the entrance of our village.

The people in our village discovered you and carried you back.”

Village Chief looked at Caspian carefully and asked, “Who are you? Why did you fall at the entrance of our village?”

“I am…” Under everyone’s gaze, Caspian just said two words.

All of a sudden, he could not say the rest.

“Who am I?” Caspian was at a loss.

Everyone was staring at him, waiting for his next words.

But after a pause, Caspian stopped talking.

Seeing the thoughtful look on Caspian’s face, the villagers looked at each other in dismay.

Village Chief had been carefully examining Caspian. As the oldest person in the village, he naturally had more knowledge than the other Villagers.

Seeing Caspian’s expression at this moment, he understood that he must have been stimulated and lost his memory.

Sure enough, after a while, Caspian looked at Village Chief with an apologetic expression, “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to remember who I am and why I’m here…”

“It doesn’t matter.

Take your time to think about it.

You can live here tonight.

Our village is called Stone Drake Village,” Village Chief comforted Caspian.

and asked the villagers in the room to leave first, not to disturb

the room

memory… Don’t be

some images flashed back and forth in

that there seemed to be some Karmic lines

went by, the karmic lines

lines, eventually forming a

this, Caspian closed his eyes and

went home first after receiving

today, an outsider came to the village, and

for now, it seemed that there was no lack of communication materials

group of villagers, one of

one who came back from chopping firewood and found Caspian by the roadside at the entrance of

Chief carefully asked him

Villager explained

whole process was actually quite simple, so even if the explanation was very

worried look and asked, “Village Chief, is there anything wrong

head, “I don’t

the

look like

that there have been many groups of

may be a member of

he escaped from the bandits, he

of sympathy and nostalgia appeared in Village Chief’s

warrior in the village and had

a high prestige in the

so, the

Village Chief pondered for a moment, and then said, “He is also a poor person, let him live in the village first, we can talk about it after he remembers what happened… Now he doesn’t even have a decent dress, and he can’t remember

him out, others will poke our

”

***

the village, Camille turned around and walked

had been out for

go back, it would be

walking in the mountains for two or three hours, she took out

it, a flute sound suddenly drifted

Camille’s body shook.

at midnight, or someone whispering in people’s ear, which

appeared in Camille’s eyes, but she immediately regained

put away the jade plate

a tree beside her, crossed her arms, and looked in the direction

music

you’re in a