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 of Little

a

a strong vigor surged

depths of the red light, a vague image could be

couldn’t see this image clearly, an archaic, majestic, enormous, and bloodthirsty

vicious god was suppressing it, making

breathing stopped for a moment, and a look

actually condensed a

the demonic core, he was more sure that White Tiger Blood Essence in Little Candy’s body was dozens of times more

zombies had corpse cores, and demons had demonic

these three things had different names,

all had the

at the

like an official of the government who had to have

to an official rank, which represented a huge gap between them and

Demonic

made people feel as if they were facing an extremely powerful fierce

foundation was already like this, the upper limit of the

the moment, he did

Candy seemed to

in and

it out, the demonic core

the crane feather as it slowly turned

turn of the Demonic Core, a small part of the Crane

absorbing the crane feather, but

process was very slow, and it

was next to Little Candy,

dyed red from the tip to

It took two days.

Little Candy was gasping for

in sweat, and its

also understood that everything it had done

it gave up now, all its previous efforts

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

and the crane feather touched, a circle of

hear the sound of glass

was a slight

his eyes on it again,

covered with

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

the crane feather that were dyed red immediately exploded, turning into a hazy