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.

saw a red light coming out of Little

was a fist-sized, blood-red

soon as the ball appeared, a strong vigor surged in all

of the red light, a vague image could be

an archaic, majestic, enormous, and bloodthirsty aura rushed

ancient vicious god was suppressing it, making one

a

Candy actually condensed a

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

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

different

the

at

just like an official of the government who had

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

Little Candy’s Demonic Core had

people feel as if they were facing an

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

was excited at the moment, he did

Candy seemed to have

coming in and out of Little

Candy spat it out, the demonic core would circle

the crane feather as

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

was not absorbing the crane feather, but changing

and it also took a

was next to Little Candy,

was dyed red from

It took two days.

end, Little Candy

was soaked in sweat, and its

that everything it had

all its previous efforts would be in

suspended above the

and the crane feather touched, a circle

the sound of

was a slight

he fixed his eyes on it again, he saw that the

covered with fine

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

red immediately exploded, turning into a hazy