The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 2198

The woman's humble posture made Caspian feel indescribable.

More importantly, on this level of Tower of Life, it was a "living being", not a magical power or magic weapon.

After some thought, Caspian calmed down and asked, "What's your name?"

"I don't have a name. Please give me a name."

Caspian thought for a moment and asked, "What’s you real body and do you know any cultivation method?"

"My real body was the Grandmist Dragonteeth Scorpion. My cultivation technique was the Grandmist Purple Flame and Dragon Heart Hundred Changes." The woman said respectfully.

"Grandmist..." That voice sounded from the one behind the Gates of Hell.

Caspian nodded to himself.

If a demonic beast's true form was able to use the Grandmist as its name, then it was already sufficient to maintain its status.

However, it was naturally impossible to say that this Demon Scorpion had survived from the Grandmist period until now.

If that was the case, then there was definitely no way she would be suppressed here.

Since she had lived for so long, having Great magical power, great luck and strength, there were not many people in the world now.

However, since this Demon Scorpion was able to use this name, then the bloodline of the Greatmist Demon must be flowing through her body.

And this bloodline must be extremely pure.

In this way, the strong and obscure Taoist Sense felt by Caspian could be explained.

At this moment, Caspian's mind was filled with thoughts. The Demonic Scorpion just lay there motionless on the ground, appearing very patient.

After a while, Caspian said, "Look up."

The demonic scorpion slowly straightened up and raised her head, revealing a cold but charming face.

Especially the tear mole at the corner of her right eye made her expression inexplicably shocking.

"Well, I've thought about it." Caspian nodded. "From now on, your name is Scar."

A noise came from the one behind the Gates of Hell.

Obviously, the one behind the Gates of Hell was shocked by the name Caspian had given Demon Scorpion.

He even expressed his dissatisfaction.

But Caspian didn't care.

“I'm not giving you a name. It's useless to object.”

Staring at the Demon Scorpion, Caspian said faintly, "Do you accept it or not?"

"Scar, thank you for giving me the name."

So the woman had accepted the name.

Ignoring the noise from the one behind the Gates of Hell again, Caspian continued, "Are you arranged by my mother here?"

After asking this question, Caspian could not help holding his breath.

In fact, he wanted to ask more directly.

But he still held back and asked this question first.

For Caspian, it was as long as two hundred years.

"Yes." The Demonic Scorpion, who had received the name of Scar, said, "The hostess ordered Scar to wait for you here. She ordered Scar to assist you with all my strength, for you to drive away."

"Well..." At this time, Caspian felt that his throat was a little dry.

His heart was beating like a dense drum.

In the past, he had never been so nervous.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Caspian asked, "Who is my mother?"

This time, Scar did not hesitate at all and immediately replied, "The hostess told me that everything about her needs to be investigated by Young Master yourself. Scar is not allowed to tell Young Master."

Caspian suddenly frowned, and his heart slowly fell. He looked at Scar and said coldly, "What if you don't tell me, I will kill you?"

As he spoke, he hooked his finger and a bloody wound appeared on Scar's cheek.

But Scar remained unmoved, and her eyes didn't even flicker.

"Scar is Young Master's servant now. Everything is yours. As long as Young Master orders Scar to die, Scar will die immediately. I will not hesitate."

As she spoke, a purple flame burned between Scar's eyebrows.

In the flames, one could clearly see the illusory image of a nine-section scorpion.