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.

light coming out of Little Candy’s

was a fist-sized, blood-red

ball appeared, a strong vigor surged in all

red light, a vague

one couldn’t see this image clearly, an archaic, majestic,

vicious god was suppressing it,

a moment, and a look of disbelief

condensed

White Tiger Blood Essence in Little

for demonic cores, cultivators had dantians, zombies had corpse

these three things had different names, their

the source

a performance at the

an official of the government who had to have an official

to an official rank, which represented a

obvious that Little Candy’s Demonic Core had only been refined

frightening power made people feel as if they were facing an extremely

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

Caspian was excited at the moment,

seemed to have entered a critical stage at

demonic core kept coming in and out of Little Candy’s

spat it out, the demonic core

the crane

Core, a small part of

that Little Candy was not absorbing the crane feather, but

was very slow, and it also took a

was next to Little Candy, accompanying

crane feather was dyed red

It took two days.

end, Little Candy

in sweat, and its

understood that everything it had

all its

again, suspended above the

feather touched, a

to hear the sound of glass

a

he fixed his eyes on it again, he saw that the crane feather had

was covered with

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

that were dyed red immediately exploded, turning into