The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 1817

Jagoan’s fair and clean face was now whiter because of excessive blood loss, and even made people feel almost transparent. Although she was born with the Imperial Jail Deity Physique and extraordinary strength, her body was even thinner than that of an ordinary girl.

Her whole body was in the jar, and the spiritual Qi around her gathered, leaving only her head exposed. Her long hair hung down, and her ethereal spiritual Qi made people feel that if they tried to breathe harder, they might blow her away.

“How do you feel?” Jagoan came over. The first sentence he said was still his concern for Jagoan.

“Teacher…” Jagoan muttered.

She tried hard to open her eyes, trying to see Jagoan clearly through her long hair. Seeing her teacher’s vague figure in front of her, the young girl felt more at ease than ever.

“Don’t worry. You won’t die. With your constitution, Master Eva Green and my skill, you can fully recover in half a month…” Jagoan comforted her.

But when he said this, Jagoan was also furious. The injury that could be healed in half a month was nothing to others. But it should be known that the wound now fell on Jagoan. Not to mention half a month, injuries, which would take Jagoan five days to heal, would have completely made others die if they were on the same level of cultivators. This time, it could be said that Jagoan came back because she was lucky.

Jagoan’s heart ached just thinking about how much Jagoan had suffered along the way. This was the only disciple he had acknowledged and taught.

“Teacher… I accidentally lost the weapon you made for me…” Jagoan’s voice was very weak.

“Take care of yourself these few days. I will forge a more suitable magic weapon for you, which is stronger than the one before,” Jagoan said, “And who hurt you? Where are they now?”

Originally, Jagoan did not intend to ask this question now. But the first thing his female disciple did when she woke up was to feel guilty for losing the Sky Halberd he had refined for her. Jagoan was very angry.

Who hurt Jagoan?

No matter who you are, even if you are really a disciple of Crape Myrtle Sect, I will kill you….

it weren’t for you, would Jagoan

picked a stalk

one of the leaves,” Jagoan

from the Desolate Ancient Pavilion… If they want to buy it, I won’t sell it. Then they will take it. If I reveal

Jagoan thought for a moment and

dominated by a cultivators and to

Jagoan narrowed his eyes. “Where

More than 400 miles south

words, she suddenly coughed. A stream of blood spurted out of her

avenge you.” Jagoan nodded, raised his hand, and injected spiritual Qi into Jagoan’s

part of the raging spiritual Qi in Jagoan’s body, which temporarily made her not so

Jagoan fell asleep

room. The others also

knew what he

along the sea. If that

she was disturbed when she was transmitted, so the landing position was deviated, and then she floated

Jagoan speculated.

at most several hours. If Desolate Ancient Pavilion was not targeting Jagoan,

I let

told Jagoan and others not to panic and to act according to the

Heart Island first and carefully recall whether they had been followed or spied recently. After all, it couldn’t be ruled out for the time being whether it was the Crape Myrtle Sect’s

a few words of arrangement, Jagoan left the palace and immediately turned the

later, Jagoan arrived at

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