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

a fist-sized,

ball appeared, a strong vigor

the red light, a vague image could be

this image clearly, an archaic, majestic, enormous,

if an ancient vicious god was suppressing it, making one shiver

breathing stopped for a moment, and a look of

Candy actually condensed a

that White Tiger Blood Essence in Little Candy’s body was dozens

dantians, zombies had corpse cores, and demons had demonic

these three things had different names, their functions were

had the source of

was a performance at the

like an official of the government who had to have

was equivalent to an official rank, which represented a huge gap

obvious that Little Candy’s Demonic Core had only

made people feel as if they were facing an

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

at the moment, he did not disturb

to have entered a critical stage

core kept coming in and out

Little Candy spat it out, the demonic core would

of the crane feather as it slowly

every turn of the Demonic Core, a small

the crane feather,

slow, and it also

Caspian was next to Little

crane feather was dyed red

It took two days.

the end, Little Candy was

was soaked in sweat, and its body was

understood that everything it

now, all its previous efforts would be

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

crane feather touched, a circle of light spread out from

to hear the

was a slight

again, he saw that the crane

was covered with

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

dyed red immediately