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

a fist-sized, blood-red

a strong vigor surged

of the red light, a vague image could be

though one couldn’t see this image clearly, an archaic, majestic, enormous, and bloodthirsty aura rushed

god was

Core!” Caspian‘s breathing stopped for a moment, and a look of disbelief and ecstasy appeared

actually condensed a demonic

that White Tiger Blood Essence in

dantians, zombies had corpse

three things had different names, their

the source of

was a performance at the level

of the government who had to have

was equivalent to an official rank, which represented a huge

obvious that Little Candy’s Demonic

power made people feel as if they were

was already like this, the

moment, he

Candy seemed to

coming in

Little Candy spat it out, the demonic core would

the crane

the Demonic Core, a small part of the Crane Feather

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

and it also

Caspian was next to Little Candy, accompanying

feather was dyed red from the tip

It took two days.

Candy was

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

that everything it had done before

it gave up now, all its

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

crane feather touched, a circle of light spread

hear the sound of

a slight

it again, he

covered with fine

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

that were dyed red immediately exploded, turning into a