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.

a red light coming out

a

as the ball appeared, a

the red light, a vague image could be

clearly, an archaic,

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

for a moment, and a look of disbelief

condensed a

he was more sure that White Tiger Blood Essence in Little Candy’s

dantians, zombies had corpse cores, and demons had

different names, their functions were the

had the

performance at

of the government who had to have an

to an official rank, which represented a huge gap

Candy’s Demonic Core had only

the frightening power made people feel as if they were facing an

this, the upper limit of the

excited at the moment, he did not

he could feel that Little Candy seemed to have entered

in and out

Little Candy spat it out, the demonic core would circle around

the change of the crane

every turn of the Demonic Core, a small part of

absorbing the crane feather, but

very slow, and it also took

to Little Candy, accompanying

color of the crane feather was dyed red

It took two days.

Little Candy was gasping for

soaked in

that everything it had done before was

its

spat out again, suspended above the crane feather,

touched, a circle of light spread out from the

hear the sound of

a slight

he fixed his eyes on it again, he saw that the crane

was covered with fine

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

afterwards, the crane feather that were dyed red immediately