“Tick, Tick..."

When Death Knox started grilling and finishing, it was a little drizzling above his head because he was barbecuing meat under the tree. The little black panthers lying on the tree were drooling and fell on Death Knox's body or feet.

"You were all the kings of Wakanda in the past. You don't talk about wealth and food every day. At least you must have eaten well. Why are you still staring at the roasted hump?" Su Ming waited for the leopard god to smell the smell and went home. When he was bored, he chatted with the reincarnated souls: "This is prepared for your god, not for you to eat. Go, go, don't disturb my barbecue."

Strictly speaking, the leopard god detains the souls of these dead and transforms them into leopards to obtain eternal life here is actually not in line with the procedure, because they should belong to the lady of death. Whether they go to hell to suffer or go directly to be reincarnated is all under the control of that woman.

But I have also said before that this aspect is more a state of people not procuring officials and not prosecuting them, and death rarely pays attention to these things.

Like the Valhalla created by Odin, it is another matter to temporarily deduct so many heroes to prepare for the evening of Ragnarokia. That is his deal with death, so I won’t mention it.

Anyway, if you think about it carefully, it seems that those who are doing better can deduct something from the path of soul circulation.

Turn the iron rod in your hand and make the hump spin, and at the same time strangle the seasoning evenly spread on it. Watching the fat meat gradually turn yellow on the flame, it really smells good.

"We know, let's take a look and suck!"

A black leopard said this, but his saliva dripped uncontrollably on the shoulders of Deathkill.

Who knows who he is? All the reincarnated black panthers look the same. It is probably one of Techara's ancestors. It's really not because of racial discrimination.

"I took a hot spring bath last night, and the original place was clean, so you don't have to shower me."

Su Ming was a little helpless. He took out dozens of cans of Spam lunch meat from his pocket and asked Sword to open it to give each of these big cats a can:

"This is really for you to eat. Techara is too unreasonable. Will he not cook anything for you during festivals? What about the most popular ancestor worship in Africa? "

"Thank you, Supreme Master, you are such a good person." The leopard took the lunch meat. Although it was obviously not as tempting as catnip, it was good to eat it: "What do you mean by roasting things?"

"It's a ritual of sacrifice." Death knives shrugged and sprinkled some sea salt on the hump with his elbow: "There is such a custom in the Celestial Empire that living people give some fun to the dead ancestors."

The leopards looked at each other, and the cats' faces were full of confusion. They could not understand how the barriers between the yin and yang worlds were so easy to open up, let alone transmitting matter.

Obviously, although the leopard god kept them, he did not tell them too much. This feeling was a bit like raising a pet.

Thinking about it this way, raising big cats is considered to keep pets. Is it the same concept as humans raising humans as pets? They both treat similar types as pets.

It sounds a bit perverted.

"Ah, the Eastern culture is so profound and envious." The leopard who ate lunch meat raised his head and licked his lips: "Wakanda was not as developed as it is today when I was alive. Our history is still too short than that of the Eastern."

"How many years ago?" Su Ming left the hump off the grill, used the Godslayer to pull the fire a few times, and then put the meat back.

"Living here, I don't have a clear perception of the outside world's time, but I think it should be seven or eight hundred years, right?" Leopard scratched his head. He was obviously recalling something, but obviously he didn't have a good memory, and even forgot how old he was.

"Ha, you are the warrior Ashcha, the longest-lived king of all ages." Death Knell looked at the leopard in surprise and gave him a few more ham sausages: "You have participated in the 'Seven Heavenly Capital Martial Arts Competition' held in Kunlun, and you should know my teacher Gu Yi."

The black cat eating canned food showed a smile and shook his beard: "I know the ancient master, but I have died for so long, and you actually know my name? It's amazing for your age."

Death Knell just smiles and gives the standard answer: "Because I am the Supreme Master."

In fact, it was not because of this, but because of the death knives coming to Wakanda to secretly dig heart-shaped grass.

The cave where the herbs are planted is the sacrificial site in Wakanda, which houses the urns of chiefs or kings of all generations. The murals that record the stories also include the genealogy of the Black Panther family.

When I recall the time, I will talk about the topic.

Just as I was about to talk to this "acquaintance leopard", a ray of smoke suddenly appeared at the end of my sight, that is, the horizon. It seemed that something was running towards me.

"Yeah."

The strangle indicates that the smell is wrong. It is not the leopard god. The person who came here brought a strong wind and smelled a little fishy.

In just a moment of communication with nerves, the visitor had arrived in front of him and showed his true face in the dust. It was a huge white tiger with a white mane that looked like a lion.

Compared to the relaxed expression that the leopard god always looks smiling, it looks much more bitter and revenge, with a hideous face and covered with scars, and a pair of eyes like a big green light bulb.

"Oh, isn't this a tiger god? I don't usually sleep in your cave, so why did you visit the leopard god's territory today?"

The Tiger God is famous for his violent temperament, comparable to a manic patient among humans, but Su Ming is not afraid of it. After all, this is also a big cat, and it is quite cute when you look closely.

"So it's the Little Supreme Master, what are you baking?" The tiger god sucked his big black nose, and the wet nose reflected the light of the bonfire. It should have been attracted by the smell of catnip.

Although cats' sense of smell is not as strong as dogs and pigs, they are not weak, let alone extraordinary existences like the tiger god.

"Baked Camel, my cousin got married yesterday, and my woman brought people to roast tens of thousands of camels to entertain guests. As a result, these things were basically no one ate when they were on the table. I could only take them out to see if my old friend, Leopard God, wanted them. By the way, have you seen where he went?"

"Oh, he should be going to Lion Sin..."

The tiger god stared at the barbecue and answered the question of Death Knox, looking like a greedy cat who kept licking his lips. However, before he could finish his words, the Death Knox, who came to his side, was covered by the Death Knox that instantly came to him.

The Supreme Master shook his head repeatedly and warned with a serious look:

"I don't mention the name of the lion, Lao Tie, the wild boar, the mongoose or the calf badger? Don't mention their names anyway."

The white tiger nodded. It scratched the word "Wang" on its forehead with a little confusion, but decided not to talk about that topic. It stretched out its huge claws and popped up a sharp nail to poke the barbecue on the bonfire:

"Since the leopard is not at home, can I try this thing?"

"Of course, you are also my old acquaintance. Although you have only had a deal... But barbecue cannot be eaten for nothing. You have to give me some news and let's discuss some conditions."
Chapter completed!