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.

he saw a red light

a fist-sized,

ball appeared, a strong

light, a

image clearly, an archaic, majestic, enormous,

an ancient vicious god was suppressing

stopped for a moment, and a look of disbelief and ecstasy

actually condensed

White Tiger Blood Essence in Little Candy’s body was dozens

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

had different names,

all had the source

at the

the

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

that Little Candy’s Demonic Core had only been refined

feel as if they were facing an extremely

was already like this, the upper limit

at the moment, he did

seemed to have entered a critical stage at this

in and out of

spat it out, the demonic core would circle

gradually saw the change of the crane feather

Core, a small part of

absorbing the crane feather, but changing

slow, and it also took

to Little Candy, accompanying

crane feather was dyed

It took two days.

the end, Little Candy was gasping

under its feet was soaked in sweat, and its

it had done

its previous efforts

above the crane

when the demonic core and the crane feather touched,

hear the sound of glass

was a

his eyes on it again, he saw that the crane feather

covered with

“Shattered?” Caspian was stunned.

dyed red immediately exploded, turning into