143: Chapter 145: The Poor Tiger with a Taste for Good Wine 143: Chapter 145: The Poor Tiger with a Taste for Good Wine Seeing Poor Tiger looking excited and ready to throw down, Mu Can quickly gestured with his hands.
“Little Tiger, you claim to be a vegetarian, aren’t you embarrassed to admit that to others?”
A vegetarian tiger, Mu Can had truly never seen one before, let alone one with such formidable strength.
So for dealing with Poor Tiger, Mu Can only had tricks up his sleeve, as he was not a match in strength.
“That’s right, you little run-down tiger, you even dare to covet your Monkey Grandpa’s orchard, you better go eat so at.” Upon hearing Mu Can speak, the Monkey King also started to bluster.
Mu Can imdiately glared at the Monkey King, who then guiltily lowered his head and stopped talking.
“If I ate at, you would have already been pooped out long ago,” Poor Tiger disdainfully glanced at the Monkey King.
Indeed, if Poor Tiger were a carnivore, then it’s likely the entire group of monkeys would have t their doom, for a Demon Beast with Martial Venerate strength could easily massacre these monkeys.
“Little Tiger, I’m not here to fight.
Can we talk?” Mu Can saw that Poor Tiger wasn’t intending to make a move.
“Talk?
Sure, we can talk.
You think I enjoy fighting you guys, as if beating you is effortless.
With that effort, it’s better for your Tiger Lord to eat so fruit and take a nap.” Upon hearing that there was no need to fight, Poor Tiger imdiately said with a smile on his face, then reverted back to his previous burly appearance.
He could tell that Mu Can was only at Martial King Cultivation and posed no threat to him, so he wasn’t worried about any tricks from Mu Can.
“Alright, Brother Tiger, I’ll be frank, I’m just passing by and wanted to inquire about sothing,” Mu Can said as he and the Monkey King walked over to Poor Tiger, carefully sizing him up.
It has to be said, Poor Tiger’s build was indeed astonishing, his robust muscles seed packed with explosive power, and his giant tiger head looked majestic and commanding.
“Oh?
You’re a foreigner?” Poor Tiger reacted as if he understood upon hearing Mu Can’s words.
“Brother Tiger is aware of outsiders?” Seeing Poor Tiger’s reaction, Mu Can knew he had found the right one – Poor Tiger must know sothing, and that knowledge would be the key for him to leave the maze.
“Of course, I know, because I am an outsider too.”
With one sentence, the revelation was earth-shattering.
Mu Can’s eyes widened in shock, Poor Tiger was an outsider just like him.
Mu Can looked at Poor Tiger excitedly, knowing that he must know the secrets of this space.
“Alas, when I first entered the Death Space, I was just a tiger without Spiritual Wisdom,” Poor Tiger began to recount his experience, astonishing Mu Can.
It turned out that Poor Tiger was also a competitor who entered the Death Space in the past, but back then, he was rely a tiger who had not yet awakened his Spiritual Wisdom.
An accidental twist of fate led him to the Death Space.
Upon gaining Spiritual Wisdom in this space, he fortunately beca the last survivor.
However, Poor Tiger’s wish was simple, to stay within the Death Space, for he felt much safer here than in the outside world.
Naturally, his wish was granted.
Poor Tiger’s strength was enhanced to Martial Venerate Level, and he was thrown into the Death Maze.
“The Death Maze may be called a maze, but each chamber is different, the space here is vast, and I have switched hundreds of chambers in these hundred years without finishing this maze.”
Speaking of the past century, Poor Tiger had a satisfied look on his face.
Due to his special status, he could freely traverse between spaces, and with Martial Venerate’s strength, he could dominate and reign over the maze.
“Oh?
Then Brother Tiger, why are you only vegetarian?” Mu Can couldn’t figure out why this question still bothered him.
ntioning this, Poor Tiger also had a bitter look on his face.
“It’s not that I don’t eat at.
When I first ca in, I indeed was a carnivorous animal, but after my power rose to the Martial Venerate level, every ti I ate at, my whole body hurt unbearably, and I suffered nausea and vomiting.
Over ti, I completely transitioned into a vegetarian.” Speaking of eating at, Poor Tiger still had a disgusted expression on his face.
Mu Can also looked at Poor Tiger with sympathy.
Although Mu Can was not particularly picky about food and drink, he was soone who wasn’t happy without at in his al.
“Serves you right for your misery, for stealing the Monkey King’s orchard,” said the old Monkey King, jumping and clapping his hands as he cursed, looking delighted.
Mu Can quickly covered the Monkey King’s mouth.
With the Monkey King’s clamoring, if he irritated Poor Tiger, even if not eating at, killing this Monkey King would still be a simple matter.
“You stupid monkey, I just wanted to eat fruits here for a few days, look at how stingy you are.
When I first arrived, you jumped out to scratch , and I kindly spared your life, and here you are, making a fuss again.” Poor Tiger looked at the monkey with an annoyed expression.
Mu Can also felt that, although it was pitiful for the Monkey King to have had his orchard stolen, Poor Tiger had indeed shown rcy.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Tiger, please, give so face.
And Monkey King, you too keep quiet a bit.
He won’t be here in a few days anyway.” Mu Can quickly acted as the peacemaker, completely forgetting that his original intention was to join the Monkey King in settling scores with Poor Tiger.
Hearing Mu Can diating, the Monkey King sulkily closed his mouth and stopped talking.
“Alright, little brother, I’ll give you so face.
I won’t stoop to this dead monkey’s level.
Look how stingy he is, and I only ate a few fruits,” said Poor Tiger, who didn’t find anything improper with Mu Can’s request and indeed gave him that face.
Otherwise, it would have definitely been another round of punching and kicking the Monkey King, which wasn’t the first ti, as long as the Monkey King was left half alive.
“That’s right, Brother Tiger isn’t holding a grudge anymore.
Old Monkey King, don’t be too stingy.
Give Brother Tiger so Monkey Wine, if he’s happy, he might return the orchard to you,” Mu Can suggested to the Monkey King, an idea sparking in his mind.
Monkey Wine is purely made from Spirit Fruit.
Drinking Monkey Wine, there’s no fear of Poor Tiger getting an upset stomach.
“Old monkey, you know how to brew wine?
I once encountered a chamber where the specialty was a kind of grain wine, the taste was unforgettable,” exclaid Poor Tiger, his eyes lighting up at the ntion of wine.
“What’s grain alcohol?
Compared to my Monkey Wine, that’s nothing,” the old Monkey King imdiately got upset when Poor Tiger praised other alcohol, his face stretching long.
“Ah, forget about it, little brother.
This old monkey doesn’t seem reliable, and he doesn’t look like he has good wine,” Poor Tiger saw the monkey’s reaction and waved his hand indifferently.
“Widen your tiger eyes and look, your Monkey Grandpa will take you drinking now.
Let’s see if my Monkey Wine is better or that rubbish wine you ntioned,” said the Monkey King, no longer able to hold back his temper, and dragged Poor Tiger towards his cave.
The monkey and the tiger, who had just been fighting as if for their lives, walked towards the cave, leaving Mu Can behind while arguing whether Monkey Wine or grain wine was better.
“Wait for ,” Mu Can scurried after them, fearing they would leave him behind.
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