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

a

as the ball appeared, a strong vigor surged in all

red light, a vague image could

couldn’t see this image clearly, an archaic, majestic, enormous, and

ancient vicious god was suppressing it, making one

a moment, and a look of disbelief and

actually condensed a demonic

White Tiger Blood Essence in Little

cultivators had dantians, zombies had

three things had different names,

had the source

was a performance at the level

was just like an official of the government who had to

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

Little Candy’s Demonic Core had only been

frightening power made people feel as if they were facing

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

at the moment, he did not disturb Little

he could feel that Little Candy seemed to have entered a critical stage at

coming in and out

out, the demonic

saw the change of the

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

that Little Candy was not absorbing the

and it also

to Little

was dyed red from the tip

It took two days.

Candy was

its feet was soaked in sweat, and its

also understood that everything it had done before

it gave up now, all its

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

feather touched, a circle of light

the sound of

a slight

he fixed his eyes on it again, he

was covered with fine

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

afterwards, the crane feather that were dyed red