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 out of Little

a fist-sized, blood-red

a strong vigor

the depths of the red light, a vague image

see this image clearly, an archaic, majestic,

vicious god was suppressing

Core!” Caspian‘s breathing stopped for a moment, and a look of disbelief and

Candy actually condensed

that White Tiger Blood

had dantians, zombies had corpse cores,

had different names, their functions were the

all had the source of

was a performance at the level

just like an official of the government who had to have an official

was equivalent to an official rank, which represented a huge gap between them and the

Demonic Core

the frightening power made people feel as if they

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

Caspian was excited at the moment, he did

to have entered a critical

in and out of Little Candy’s

time Little Candy spat it out, the demonic core would circle

gradually saw the change of the

small part of the Crane

not absorbing the crane feather, but changing it with

process was very slow, and it also

to

feather was dyed red from

It took two days.

the end, Little Candy was gasping

under its feet was soaked in sweat, and

also understood that everything it

it gave up now, all its previous

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

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

hear the sound of glass

a slight

again, he

covered with fine

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

that were dyed red immediately exploded, turning into a hazy haze of