Listening to Frost's sad words, Arthas had the feeling of lifting a stone and shooting himself in the foot. The little prince said www.biquge.info a little angrily, "Little Frost, you ......" Frost Grief giggled, pinched Alsace's face with his hand, and said while teasing his master: "Master, you are so stupid, Xiao Frost is joking with you!"

Arthas was relieved to be pinched by Frost Sorrow, and only after saying those words did Arthas realize that although he cared deeply about his family, friends, and the people of Lordaeron, these things didn't mean anything to Frost Sorrow. If he could stay away from the mortal world and live with himself, Frost Grief would definitely seize that opportunity at all costs. Of course, the main thing is to get away from those around you...... Woman.

Arthas was thinking about things when he suddenly found himself picked up by Frost Sorrow and placed on the soft couch. Arthas looked at the little magic sword in bewilderment, only to find that her expression had become extremely serious. "How...... What's wrong?" Arthas was a little nervous now, wondering if he had done something wrong again, or if Frost Grief sensed danger.

"Master, aren't you really angry?" Frost Grief was serious on the surface, but in fact, he was already smiling in his heart. "No...... Don't be angry anymore. Arthas replied cautiously. "So......" Frost Sorrow smiled, the coldness of his words making Arthas shudder, "Shouldn't we talk about hooking up with that bad woman in Gianna?"

"Huh?" Arthas was dumbfounded, unexpectedly, the sorrow of frost, which was like a pure little white/rabbit one second, turned into a big bad wolf the next. "To ...... What do you want to talk about?" Arthas swallowed, looking at Frost Sorrow, who tried to pretend to be fierce, but looked even more cute because of her gaudy appearance and the smile that could not be hidden in her eyebrows - although she knew that Frost Sorrow was joking with herself, Arthas was also happy to play this little game of "role-playing" with her.

"Hee-hee-......" Frost's sadness didn't hold back for a moment, pinched Arthas's face, and let out a playful laugh. Realizing that he had revealed the sorrow of the frost of the horse's feet, he hurriedly made a serious appearance and announced loudly like a judge: "Master, because you and the woman outside of Xiaoshuang...... There was an intimate relationship, so you're going to be punished!"

Arthas was convicted by Frost Sorrow - the Flower/Heart Sin. "Okay. Arthas made a reluctant look, "What kind of punishment is that?" Frost Sorrow pressed over his master again, until the faces of the two men were almost pressed together, and Arthas could clearly feel Frost Sorrow's cold, inexplicably scented breath spraying on his face.

"I'll punish you...... Suffocated in Frost's chest!" Frost's sorrow snorted, and before Arthas could react, he hugged him and pressed him to his pair, between the breasts/balls, which were plump enough for her size, and squinted her eyes defiantly, looking at Wen Lesa - this small/breasts/part woman, even if she was given 10,000 years, she would not be able to bury her master's head in her ***!

Of course, Winlessa is reflecting on why she has a ...... for a little / sex / ghost like Arthas that transcends race and age Love, didn't notice the sad movements of Frost, otherwise, there would definitely be another wave of verbal swords in the carriage. Arthas struggled at first, but he was not very reluctant to Frost Sorrow, anyway, the ditch of the little magic sword was deep enough not to suffocate him, so the little prince also enjoyed it with peace of mind, and the Frost Sorrow, which was called "punishment", was actually an intimate action of "welfare".

It took a moment for Arthas to lift his head from Frostmourn's chest. In fact, Frost Sorrow no longer pressed his master's head hard, but held Arthas's back with one hand and stroked his hair with the other. Arthas only raised his head now, just because he couldn't bear the feeling of nephrite ice.

Arthas looked up, Frostmourn blinking at him. Arthas didn't know what his psychology was, and he half-knelt on the soft couch and reached out to caress the frost's sorrowful and smooth ice skin. Frost Sorrow narrows her eyes happily and makes a "purr" sound in comfort.

Arthas thought it was amused, patted Frost's sad face lightly, and asked, "Frost, what is this sound?" "How can there ......," Frost said sadly, "It's Frost's own voice!"

Arthas smiled and pinched Frost Sorrow's face and asked, "Is the punishment over?" Frost Sorrow just wanted to nod, and then continued to hold his master in his arms to keep it warm, when suddenly something came to mind - "punishment"? Frost Sorrow had other thoughts in his heart.

"Master......" Frost Sorrow suddenly made a sweet and greasy voice, "It's not over yet!" Arthas was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Really, what other tricks do you have?" Frost Sorrow glanced at his master, pretended to be aggrieved, and said: "Xiaoshuang has already punished the master, but the master has not punished Xiaoshuang yet!"

Arthas was overwhelmed by Frost's sad words, and hesitated, "But Frost is ...... I didn't intend to...... Punish...... You ......" Arthas couldn't say anything - Frost Sorrow climbed up on the couch on her own, and bowed down with her back to Artace, a pair of cute little white boots put together with the soles of them shining for Arthas - although they had traveled a long way, the boots made of the snow of the Alterac Valley did not seem to be stained by the mud.

Of course, that's not the point—Frost Sorrow wraps tightly around her graceful blue dress, which can't hide the part below the knee in such a position, revealing half of her smooth and white calves, and her long black hair, which I don't know how to use, stretches softly along the curve of her back, and ends slightly upturned, like a fluffy fox tail.

What attracted Alsace's attention the most was Frost Sorrow's round/stiff/curvy buttocks hidden under the fabric of the skirt. The little magic sword struggled to keep its upper body close to the soft couch, and although she couldn't see it, Arthas could imagine the two soft flesh on her chest, squeezed into ellipsoids.

Because of the deliberate stiffness/movement, the frost sad hip/head curve is particularly attractive. It's not just that the mysterious fabric of the blue floral dress is too thin, but also the deliberate pull of the hand hidden under the little magic sword, the originally loose skirt is like a tights that tightly wraps the frost's sad plump little / fart / thigh, Arthas can even clearly see the looming deep groin, and the two obviously revealed buttocks/flaps.

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