The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1270

Bowen Pullman was in tears.

Tears, snot, and nosebleeds flowed down together.

Woo woo woo.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

After surviving the catastrophe, seeing old friends again was enough to make people cry bitterly, not to mention that the two major events had happened at the same time.

Bowen cried so hard that he didn’t notice that Caspian’s face was getting worse and worse at this time.

At this time, the way Yvonne looked at them became more and more strange and ambiguous.

“Tsk tsk, listen to this tone. Look at the expression…”

“Do you still remember Evergreen Town’s Bowen Pullman? Tell me, what kind of occasion is it to reunite in order to make people cry so sadly and aggrieved?”

“I don’t remember,” Caspian said flatly, and then grabbed Yvonne’s hand. “Let’s go. There’s not much time left.”

The crying stopped abruptly.

Bowen Pullman’s hand was still covering his face, and his eyes were rolling behind his five open fingers. His eyes were full of surprise and shock.

“This guy is pretending not to know me!”

His legs, which had been sore and numb to begin with, also became agile at this moment. With a ‘swish’ sound, he dashed to the front of Caspian and Yvonne.

“Caspian, it’s me, Bowen Pullman. I was so surprised to see you here.”

As if he was truly worried that Caspian would not recognize him, Bowen rubbed his face forcefully to make his expression more normal.

“You won’t forget me, will you? Why didn’t I see Jessica? Didn’t she come with you?”

“Huh? Who is this beauty? Let me introduce me to you. I’m from the same hometown as Caspian. My name is Bowen Pullman, and I’m now a disciple of Dark Moon Sect!”

Bowen Pullman wiped away his tears and wiped the blood from his nose, revealing his original appearance. To be honest, not only was Bowen not ugly, but he was also very handsome. Now that he had cultivated for many years, his temperament had become more otherworldly.

“It’s really you!” Caspian widened his eyes as if he had just recognized Bowen.

Bowen smiled awkwardly. He had to admit that his performance just now was really too much.

“You really do know each other?” Yvonne’s expression became serious again.

“Yes, I used to be in Evergreen Town, but I was the son-in-law of the Lawrence family, and he was the son of the Pullman family. Later, he joined the Dark Moon Sect with Jessica, and I went to Heavenly Stars Sect,” Caspian explained.

Bowen quickly waved his hand and said, “The reason I was able to go to Dark Moon Sect was because of you, Caspian.”

“By the way, why are you here? Why were you tied up by those people?” Caspian asked.

Yvonne also looked at him curiously. It was simply too dramatic for Bowen to show up like that just now.

When it came to this question, a look of grief and indignation immediately appeared on Bowen’s face.

He looked at Caspian and then at Yvonne. After hesitating for a while, he said, “Caspian, I can tell you, but you have to make sure that you will not be angry…”

“Is there really no special relationship between the two of you?” Yvonne couldn’t help but ask.

There was nothing she could do about it. It was easy for others to think too much about Bowen’s tone.

“If you don’t say it now, I can’t guarantee it.” The huge Devil-breaking Knife was tossed and flung in Caspian’s hand.

Bowen always had a feeling that the tip of the saber was intentionally or unintentionally aimed at him.

“They want me to take a look at their fate,” Bowen said as he took a deep look at Caspian. “This is my unique ability to look at their fate.”

“Because you know how to observe the fate?” Caspian asked back.

“You just said that Caspian had that kind of fate at that time. Does it mean that his fate is different now?” Pointing at Caspian, Yvonne asked.

Bowen looked at Caspian.

After taking a deep breath, he said solemnly, “Caspian, we agreed that you would not be angry. I’ll tell you now, you’re going to die according to your fate…”

As soon as these words left his mouth, Bowen hurriedly ran more than 30 meters backward and carefully observed Caspian’s reaction.

As for Yvonne Johnson, her body stiffened. She couldn’t help but reach out and hold Caspian’s arm. Looking at him, she forced a smile and said, “That’s nonsense!”

“The dragon and the tiger are still there, but the dragon’s head is lowered, the tiger’s head is down, and the black gas is pervading the air. This is a sign of death. Caspian, what have you been trapped in? If you don’t get rid of this thing, even if nothing goes wrong, your lifespan may only be three or two months!” Hearing the question of Yvonne, Bowen Pullman couldn’t help but emphasize his professionalism.

The Devil-breaking Knife in Caspian’s hand was always facing him.