Chapter 347: Battlefield Prince
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Gu ngng nodded, “Yes, find a few reliable ones, don’t tear Sandy’s wound.”
Lea nodded, then asked further, “Is it really alright, to carry out tonight’s campfire according to the way you ntioned?”
Gu ngng smiled slyly, “I am the ssenger of the beast deity. Who knows about stuff like playing with fire... more than I do?”
Lea smiled too as he nodded in deep consideration and replied, “Then I will make the arrangents for it.”
Gu ngng, “Eh, bring ... back. Just let him know I wanted to tell him what exactly is “THAT” kind of male.”
Lea responded, “Alright.”
After Lea left, Gu ngng pulled Elvis back into the cave. She found two pieces of leopard skin which Elvis used to help her make a new set of clothes. He did not question anything and did everything Gu ngng told him to. By the ti Collin ca over, Gu ngng had already worn on a smart-looking leopard-printed outfit, standing before a crowd.
Collin, curling his lips without a word.
Gu ngng said, “Just say what you want to say.”
Collin pointed at Gu ngng’s clothes, “The beast skin you’re wearing looks so weird...”
Gu ngng clicked her tongue, “What do you know, this is fashion.”
Collin shrugged. He did not know fashion, he only knew food.
Gu ngng did not go further, only gesturing her fingers asking Collin to co closer. She spoke in a low voice beside his ear, “Later, you just do this... then... followed by... yeah. Do you understand?”
Collin blinked his eyes, looking at Gu ngng with question marks all across his face.
Gu ngng slapped him violently in the chest, “Do you want to mate with Sandy?”
Collin nodded seriously, “Yes!”
Gu ngng, “Then just follow what I say, no more trash talking.”
Collin nodded seriously again, “Alright.”
That night was the first ti Saint Nazaire had held a real campfire. There was not any fight at close quarters between people from the sa tribe, and no dyeing of the wooden pagoda red with fresh blood. There was only the warmth from the fire that lit up the sky and luring aroma of generous amounts of food.
Sandy was arranged to be in the position closest to Gu ngng. Since Gu ngng did not appear yet, Sandy could only lie there in the form of a bear, dazing at the fla.
Bode delivered the grilled at to Sandy’s mouth, but she did not even open her mouth to eat it, only shaking her head absent-mindedly, then continuing to zone out.
Suddenly, there was a loud thump that scared everyone.
Bode’s first reaction was to protect Sandy as he looked in all directions warily.
Thump! Thump thump!
Another two strong-sounding noises. This noise was very unfamiliar, yet it made one feel like one’s blood boiling.
Looking into the distance where the sound ca from, one could only see two people slowly walking from behind the fla, one of the n who was 2-tre tall carried sothing weird in his arms, while the small figure in front of him... was Gu ngng.
Gu ngng wore a leopard-printed garnt that wrapped around her chest to cover her overly feminized 36D. She had specially designed the garnt to be styled like a bandage, looking rather like a battlefield prince. This ti, she did not wear a skirt, but a pair of shorts that had a length between her knees and thighs, seemingly extending her legs limitlessly. Other than the garnt and shorts, the sleeveless cloak on Gu ngng was the most eye-catching, making a roaring sound in the wind and made her look like a deity that had entered from another world under the shining flas — bringing mission, hope and lethal attraction that made one incapable of looking away.
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