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.

the villagers in the room to leave first, not

all the people in the room were gone,

memory… Don’t

images flashed back and forth

seemed to be some Karmic

time went by, the karmic lines

interweaving lines, eventually forming a complete

Caspian closed his eyes and the

went home first

the village, and

that there

group of villagers, one of them was left

and found Caspian by the roadside at

asked him about

Villager explained

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

with a worried look and asked, “Village Chief, is there anything wrong with this person? Could he be

head,

attack villages outside the mountain ridge… Moreover, I think this person has

like a vicious

this period of time, I heard that there have been many groups of businessmen entering

a member

from the bandits, he lost his

and nostalgia appeared in Village Chief’s eyes after he finished

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

had a high prestige in

he said so,

go back first, as for this person…” 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

out, others will poke our

”

***

the village, Camille turned around and walked deep into

had been out for a long time this

did not go back, it would

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

as she was about to step on it, a flute sound suddenly drifted

Camille’s body shook.

sound was like a ghost’s singing at midnight, or someone whispering in

of confusion appeared in Camille’s eyes, but she

eyelid, she put away the jade plate

against a tree beside her, crossed her arms, and looked in the direction not far

music gradually

Jezebel, you’re in