"This is the Manticore?"

After confirming that the scorpion-tailed tiger was already cold, Fang Lei approached the huge body and looked at the scorpion-tailed tiger like a tiger with a shocked expression.

When I looked closer, the manticore-tailed tiger itself looked like a small mountain, and its fur was shining brightly.

What caught Fang Ti's attention the most was Mo's scorpion-like tail in the past.

At the end of the tail, on the bony hook, there was a drop of crystalline fluid.

Obviously, that is the most powerful means of the manticore-poison!

Ordinary tiger hunting is nothing more than a pounce, a puff and a cut. And what about this manticore-tailed tiger? The tail has changed a lot on top of that cut.

Not to mention, the scorpion-tailed tiger itself has a hideous tiger head that is even more terrifying than the tigers he has seen in the zoo, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a natural predator.

It's a pity that such a fierce beast didn't have time to use its most powerful means before it was damaged under Fang Ti's flying sword.

It can only be said that the wisdom of human beings is incomparable to these beasts, and human beings are naturally good at using wisdom to defeat the strong with the weak.

"The power of the gods ......"

Looking at the body that exuded a rich evil aura, Fang Lei's fists were subconsciously clenched, and Fang Lei's heart felt something strange about the identity of the god of the Lord of the Stars.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Different from the strangeness in Fang Lei's heart, the simple and lovely primitive people cheered.

In their opinion, the Manticore-tailed Tiger was already one of the most terrifying beings in this forest, but such a terrifying existence was directly killed by their great gods!

Awakened by the cheers of the primitive people, he looked around, looked at the undisguised smiles of the primitive people under the light, Fang Lei raised the long sword in his hand and drank:

"My believers, go back with your prey, and we'll eat tiger meat!"

What is the taste of tiger meat, this matter can be said to be different opinions in the previous life.

But today, Fang Ti finally knew, he ate a few bites of tiger meat, and it felt like that.

However, the tail without the poison sac is quite delicious, and the chicken flavor is crunchy.

As for the tiger meat, probably because of the barbecue seasoning? Anyway, I didn't eat anything special.

Looking at the primitive people whose eyes were about to glow green, Fang Ti smiled and turned around and walked to the corner of the square.

Anyway, barbecue is a thing, I have already taught them, with the learning ability of this group of evolutionary primitive people, spices and flames in hand, it is not a problem to barbecue by yourself.

In the corner of the stone platform, Fang Lei carefully unscrewed the large glass bottle of liquor, and suddenly the rich smell of alcohol came to his face, making Fang Lei's brows wrinkle subconsciously.

"Good fellow, this degree. ”

Fang Lei exclaimed, a look of eagerness on his face, he was very curious about what would happen if such a high level of wine was soaked in the specialty of the other world.

I saw Fang Lei stuff the washed flame grass into the wine bottle, and then poured spring tree sap into it bowl after bowl, and then he threw a few more demon snake galls into it.

After doing this, Fang Ti threw the bloody J Ba of the Manticore-tailed Tiger into the milky white wine.

Visible to the naked eye, scarlet blood spreads through the milky white fluid.

Looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, Fang Ti carefully screwed the lid, and then clapped his hands and shouted at the old Yingzheng who was eating happily over there:

"Yingzheng, come here, I have something to explain to you. ”

When Lao Yingzheng heard this, he immediately put down the barbecue in his hand with a resentful face, and came to the great god's side with a pious expression:

"I've seen the great Lord of the Stars, I wonder what will you want to convey?"

Looking at Lao Yingzheng's dog-legged image, Fang Lei felt that he seemed to have given him the wrong name.

It would be more appropriate for him to be called Liu Jin......

No, Liu Jin's dog-like thing is too bad! It should be called Zheng He!

It's a name that fits his identity, and it means good enough. It means that he has expanded his territory in this world and become a true god.

Even...... If you take it a step further, you might be able to build a god system of your own!

However, these thoughts were obviously not something that the group of illiterate people in front of him could understand, so Fang Ti just thought about it casually, and said to Lao Yingzheng:

"I ask you, how long can the resources in the tribe be used now? I may be away for a long time this time. ”

For the departure of the great gods, Lao Yingzheng seems to have gotten used to it, anyway, every time the gods leave, they will come back, and he has nothing to worry about as the patriarch, so after thinking for a while, he said respectfully:

"Great deity, what you have brought is enough for the people of the tribe to spend more than a month. ”

"More than a month?"

Hearing this, Fang Lei shook his head and advised: "It's enough, this time I will leave for more than a month, and you must arrange the corresponding materials properly." In addition, this bottle of things must be taken care of by me, and must not be broken. ”

As he spoke, Fang Ti pointed to the bottle of wine.

Looking at the tiger whip looming in the milky white wine, Lao Yingzheng's crotch was cold, and he hurriedly patted his chest and promised: "Great Lord of the Stars, please rest assured, the entire tribe will protect it with their lives." ”

When Fang Lei heard this, he immediately smiled, waved his hand and said, "It's not that exaggerated, you find a place to put it well, and be careful not to be smashed by children." ”

After speaking, Fang Lei stretched out his hand and made a move, and the divine power naturally operated, and the Cold Star Sword flew upside down into his hand.

Seeing this scene, Lao Yingzheng's expression became solemn: "Great Lord of the Stars, are you going to fight?"

Fang Lei shook his head: "Don't worry, it's just in case you need it." During my absence, the tribe must not cause any trouble. When I come back, that's when the tribe really grows. ”

As he spoke, Fang Lei jumped down from the stone platform, and as soon as his mind moved, a gray whirlpool appeared in front of him, engulfing his figure.

It is true that Fang Lei is a weak chicken god, but the essence of the god is not ordinary in the end.

In addition to his divine power, Fang Lei's physical fitness is also very different from before, probably the top level of this primitive tribe, but it is still within the physical fitness level of human beings.

More than a month may be a long time for the primitive tribe. But for Fang Lei, this time is actually not too long.

In your own world, that's three days of effort.

It took only three days, which meant that Fang Ti needed to rotate the whole process in order to make his plan smoothly and coherently implemented.