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

a fist-sized, blood-red

the ball appeared, a strong vigor surged in all

of the red light, a vague

image clearly, an archaic, majestic, enormous, and

an ancient vicious god was suppressing

stopped for a moment, and a look of disbelief and

Candy actually condensed

sure that White Tiger Blood Essence in Little Candy’s body was dozens of times more

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

three things had different

the

performance at the

official of the

rank, which represented a

Candy’s Demonic Core had only been refined

people feel as if they were facing

the upper limit of

moment,

Little Candy seemed to have entered a critical stage

coming in and out

the demonic core would circle around

of the crane feather

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

was not absorbing the crane feather, but changing it with

very slow, and it also took a

Caspian was next to

was dyed

It took two days.

Little Candy was gasping for

feet was soaked in sweat, and its body was trembling

it had done before

gave up now, all its

above the crane feather, and then suddenly

demonic core and the crane feather touched, a

seemed to hear the sound of

was a

his eyes on it again, he saw that the crane

was covered

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

that were dyed red immediately exploded, turning into a