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

a fist-sized, blood-red

appeared, a strong vigor surged in all

of the red light, a vague image could be

clearly, an archaic,

an ancient vicious god was suppressing it, making one shiver

stopped for a moment, and a look of

Candy actually condensed

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

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

three things had different

the

performance at

was just like an official of the government who had

which represented a huge gap between them

that Little Candy’s Demonic

made people feel as if they

this, the upper limit of the future was simply

Caspian was excited at the moment, he did not disturb Little

to have

in and out of

out, the demonic core would circle around the crane

the change of the crane feather as it slowly

Demonic Core, a small part of

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

was very slow, and it also took a

to Little Candy,

the crane feather was dyed red from the tip to the

It took two days.

end, Little Candy

in sweat, and its body was trembling

that everything it had

now, all its previous efforts would be in

above the crane feather, and then suddenly fell

touched, a circle of light spread out from the place where

to hear the

was a

on it again, he

was covered

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

afterwards, the crane feather that were dyed red immediately exploded, turning into a hazy haze