Kapitel 70: Worst Camp Ever

The smell was awful, the ground dingy and if it wasn't dark already, we would've camped elsewhere.

I rolled over and whinged to Gisael again. "Worst camp ever." She wiggled her perfect ass and turned over to face me. She didn't answer she just pressed her lips against mine.

I put my arm around her and grabbed it. With an ass like that I had to forgive her.

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?"

"We could have avoided the ferals."

"Oh, well, we learned a lot from the land core. So, it was worth the time. But that doesn't mean I won't complain about camping in this stinking place."

"It only stinks because we killed them all, harvested their qi cores and burned them."

My hand brushed her nipples on its own accord, it had nothing to do with me. "They're not worth skinning and no one would eat them. Except demon bird, and we let him have the shaman's guts."

She bit my lower lip. "We will make good ground tomorrow."