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.

saw a red light coming out of

was a

as the ball appeared, a strong vigor surged

light, a vague image could

image clearly, an archaic, majestic, enormous,

was as if an ancient vicious god was suppressing it,

and a look of disbelief and ecstasy

Candy actually condensed

sure that White Tiger Blood Essence in

cultivators had dantians, zombies had corpse cores, and demons

different names, their functions were the

had the source of

performance at the

official of the

which

obvious that Little Candy’s Demonic Core had only

people feel as if they

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

was excited at the moment, he

seemed to have entered a critical stage

core kept coming in and out of Little

it out, the demonic

the change of the crane

Demonic Core, a small part of the Crane Feather would be dyed

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

and it also

next to

color of the crane feather was dyed red

It took two days.

Candy was gasping for

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

also understood that everything it had done

gave up now, all its previous efforts would

Demonic Core was spat out again, suspended above

core and the crane feather touched, a circle

to hear the

a slight

it again, he saw that the crane

was covered with

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

red immediately exploded, turning into