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

a fist-sized,

as the ball appeared, a strong vigor surged in all

the depths of the red light, a vague image could

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

an ancient vicious god was suppressing it,

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

condensed

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

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

three things had different

all had the source of

a performance at

was just like an official of the government who had to have an

rank, which represented a huge gap between them

was obvious that Little Candy’s Demonic

power made people feel as if they

was already like this, the upper limit of the

excited at the moment, he

Little Candy seemed to have entered a critical stage

coming in and out of Little Candy’s

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

the change of the crane feather as it

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

Candy was not absorbing the crane feather, but

was very slow, and it also took a lot of

was next to Little

was dyed red from the

It took two days.

the end, Little Candy was gasping for

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

also understood that everything it had done before

now, all its previous

suspended above the crane feather, and then

the crane feather touched,

hear the sound of

a slight

it again, he saw that

covered with

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

dyed red