Chapter 347: Battlefield Prince

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Gu Mengmeng 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 mentioned?”

Gu Mengmeng smiled slyly, “I am the messenger 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 arrangements for it.”

Gu Mengmeng, “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 Mengmeng 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 Mengmeng told him to. By the time Collin came over, Gu Mengmeng had already worn on a smart-looking leopard-printed outfit, standing before a crowd.

Collin, curling his lips without a word.

Gu Mengmeng said, “Just say what you want to say.”

Collin pointed at Gu Mengmeng’s clothes, “The beast skin you’re wearing looks so weird…”

Gu Mengmeng clicked her tongue, “What do you know, this is fas.h.i.+on.”

Collin shrugged. He did not know fas.h.i.+on, he only knew food.

Gu Mengmeng did not go further, only gesturing her fingers asking Collin to come 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 Mengmeng with question marks all across his face.

Gu Mengmeng slapped him violently in the chest, “Do you want to mate with Sandy?”

Collin nodded seriously, “Yes!”

Gu Mengmeng, “Then just follow what I say, no more trash talking.”

Collin nodded seriously again, “Alright.”

That night was the first time Saint Nazaire had held a real campfire. There was not any fight at close quarters between people from the same tribe, and no dyeing of the wooden paG.o.da 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 Mengmeng. Since Gu Mengmeng did not appear yet, Sandy could only lie there in the form of a bear, dazing at the flame.

Bode delivered the grilled meat 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 came from, one could only see two people slowly walking from behind the flame, one of the men who was 2-metre tall carried something weird in his arms, while the small figure in front of him… was Gu Mengmeng.

Gu Mengmeng wore a leopard-printed garment that wrapped around her chest to cover her overly feminized 36D. She had specially designed the garment to be styled like a bandage, looking rather like a battlefield prince. This time, 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 garment and shorts, the sleeveless cloak on Gu Mengmeng 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 s.h.i.+ning flames — bringing mission, hope and lethal attraction that made one incapable of looking away.