The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“Do you really want this?” Caspian held the crane feather with two fingers and confirmed it again.

“Woo…” Little Candy lay on the ground, its big eyes fixed on the crane feather, and it pleaded.

At this moment, Little Candy‘s performance had already shown that the reason why it arched toward him before was because of this crane feather.

However, Caspian really couldn’t figure out what the crane feather could do to the little tiger.

“Then go ahead…”

With a flick of Caspian’s fingertip, the crane feather immediately floated toward Little Candy vertically and then stopped in front of the tiger face.

Then he waited to see what the little tiger would do to the crane feather.

Little Candy neither ate it nor played with it.

It circled around the crane feather a few times, and a thoughtful look appeared in its eyes. Yes, Caspian also straightened up in surprise at this moment.

That was because he was sure that the look in Little Candy’s tiger eyes was indeed thinking.

Before that, Little Candy had never shown such an expression.

The only possibility was that its spiritual intelligence had grown again.

And it was a great improvement

‘Could it be because of the activating of its ancient bloodline?’ Caspian’s eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation.

Caspian was certain that Bone-refining Essence Silkworms had worked on Little Candy.

But if it was just the change in strength and momentum, Caspian felt a little unwilling.

Because of the change in strength and momentum, he believed that as long as he washed the marrow of Little Candy in the future and kept refining its body, this change would happen sooner or later.

Since one could achieve the same effect as one continued to refine one’s body, how could one display the uniqueness of Bone-refining Essence Silkworms?

But now it seemed that Bone-refining Essence Silkworms were indeed the magic medicine that the demon clan had been looking forward to.

Looking at Little Candy that was circling around the crane feather, Caspian smiled like an old father.

After a while, Little Candy stopped.

It opened its bloody mouth to the crane feather.

“Eat it?” Caspian was alarmed.

he saw a red light coming out of

a fist-sized,

ball appeared, a strong

the red light, a vague image

this image clearly, an archaic, majestic, enormous, and

if an ancient vicious god was suppressing it, making one shiver

a moment, and a look of disbelief and ecstasy appeared on his

condensed a

sure that White Tiger Blood Essence in Little Candy’s body was dozens of

cultivators had dantians, zombies had corpse cores, and demons had demonic

three things had different

all had the source of

performance at the

an official of the government who had to have

official rank, which represented a

was obvious that Little Candy’s Demonic Core had only been

people feel as if they were facing

already like this, the upper

Caspian was excited at the moment, he did not disturb

that Little Candy seemed to have entered

kept coming in

it out, the demonic core would circle

of the crane feather as it slowly

small part of the Crane Feather would be

was not absorbing the

and it also

was next to Little Candy, accompanying

dyed red from

It took two days.

the end, Little Candy

under its feet was soaked in sweat, and its body was trembling

that everything it had done before was

its previous efforts

spat out again, suspended above the crane feather, and then suddenly fell

when the demonic core and the crane feather touched, a circle of light spread out from the place

the sound of glass

a slight

it again, he saw that the crane

was covered with fine

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

the crane feather that were dyed red immediately exploded,