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

appeared, a strong vigor

the red light, a vague image could

see this image clearly, an archaic, majestic, enormous, and bloodthirsty aura

ancient vicious god

moment, and a

condensed

he was more sure that White Tiger Blood Essence

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

different names, their functions

the source of

was a performance at the level

an official of the government who had

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

Little Candy’s Demonic Core had only been refined

as if they were facing an extremely

like this, the upper limit of the future was simply

was excited at the moment, he did

Little Candy seemed to

coming in and out of Little

the demonic core would circle around the

the change of the crane

turn of the Demonic Core, a small part of the Crane Feather would

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

was very slow, and it

next to

feather was dyed

It took two days.

Little Candy was gasping for

ground under its feet was soaked in

also understood that everything it had done

all its

above the crane feather, and

the demonic core and the crane feather touched, a circle of light spread

to hear the sound of glass

was a slight

on it again, he saw

was covered with

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

red immediately exploded, turning into a hazy haze