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.

red light coming out of Little Candy’s

a

appeared, a strong vigor surged in all

depths of the red light, a vague image

one couldn’t see this image clearly, an

an ancient vicious god was suppressing

breathing stopped for a moment, and a look of disbelief and

condensed

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

dantians, zombies had

had different names, their

all had the source of

performance at the level

of the government who

which represented a huge gap between

Candy’s Demonic

if they were facing an extremely powerful fierce

the foundation was already like this, the upper limit of the future was

excited at the moment,

that Little Candy seemed to have entered a

core kept coming in and out

out, the

change of the crane

turn of the Demonic Core, a small

seemed that Little Candy was not absorbing the crane feather, but changing it with

it also

was next to

feather was dyed red from

It took two days.

end, Little Candy was gasping for

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

it had done

gave up now, all its previous efforts would

above

the crane feather touched, a circle of light spread out from

the

a slight

fixed his eyes on it again, he saw that

was covered with fine

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

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