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,

a strong vigor surged

light,

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

vicious god was suppressing it, making one shiver

a look of disbelief

condensed

the momentum of the demonic core, he was more sure that White Tiger Blood Essence in Little

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

had different names, their functions

had the source

was a performance at the level of

an official of the government who

an official rank, which represented

Little Candy’s Demonic Core

made people feel as if they

the upper limit of the future was simply

moment, he did not

Little Candy seemed to have entered a critical stage at

core kept coming in

spat it out, the demonic core

gradually saw the change of the crane feather as

of the Demonic Core, a small part of the

seemed that Little Candy was not absorbing the crane

it also took a

was next to Little

color of the crane feather was dyed red from the tip to the

It took two days.

Little Candy was

under its feet was soaked in sweat, and its body was

also understood that everything it had done before

now, all its previous efforts would be in

suspended above the crane feather, and then

moment when the demonic core and the crane feather touched, a circle of light spread out from

seemed to hear the sound of

a slight

on it again,

covered

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

red immediately exploded, turning