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

all the people in the room were gone, Caspian’s eyes gradually

lost my memory… Don’t be so

back and forth

sense that there seemed to be some

by, the karmic lines slowly

was like interweaving lines, eventually forming a

this, Caspian closed his eyes and the room suddenly quieted

went home

today, an outsider came to the village, and he lost his

least for now, it seemed that there was no lack

group of villagers, one of

from chopping firewood and found Caspian by the roadside at the entrance of the

carefully asked him about the

explained

whole process was actually quite simple, so even if the explanation was very detailed, there was not much

“Village

head, “I don’t

Spine Mountain would never attack villages outside the mountain ridge…

like a vicious

there have been many groups of businessmen entering the

be a

the bandits, he lost his memory

of sympathy and nostalgia appeared in Village Chief’s eyes after he

Village Chief was young, he was the only warrior in the village and had fought with

a high prestige

he said so, the villager was

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 who he is

him out, others

”

***

turned around

been out for a long

back, it would be

the mountains for two or three

to step on it, a flute sound suddenly drifted back

Camille’s body shook.

ghost’s singing at midnight, or someone whispering in people’s ear, which made people involuntarily drown in

trace of confusion appeared in Camille’s

an eyelid, she put away

her, crossed her arms, and

flute music

Jezebel, you’re in a good