"Little Frost ......" Arthas, who had escaped death, had not yet had time to breathe a few breaths of fresh air, and seeing Frost's sad mood so low, he hurriedly hugged the cold body of the little magic sword with both hands, and asked with concern, "Are you still angry?"

"Hmm!" Frost Grief's little head rubbed hard against Arthas's chest, and the urn replied angrily. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Arthas didn't say anything more, one hand lightly resting on Frost's sad body, the other rubbing back and forth over the little magic sword's long smooth hair.

Feeling the warm frost sorrow of his master, he raised his head and rested his slender chin on Alsace's chest, his white teeth clenching his pink lips, and his long eyelashes seemed to have crystal teardrops.

After looking at his master for a while, Frost Grief suddenly cried again with a "wow", and beat Alsace's chest with a small fist while crying, and at the same time shouted: "The master is a big villain, doing that kind of shameful thing, it's not okay to be with the master, why don't you understand, master!"

Seeing Frost Sorrow crying again, Arthas hurriedly hugged her and patted her on the back with his hand to soothe Frost Sorrow, who was a little excited. Finally, after a period of noise, the little magic sword calmed down again, but although he stopped crying, he still lay on his master's chest and refused to get up.

Arthas felt a little shy, after all, there was still a group of people around watching this! Because Frost Grief refused to get up, Arthas could only be pressed by her on the grass, and his vision was very narrow, and he couldn't see the expressions of Winlessa and the others, but Arthas could also imagine how wonderful it would be.

But not to mention being despised by Wen Lesa and the others, even if it is compared to the end of the world, it is still more important to have his own little magic sword; thinking so, Arthas used his chin to gently rub against the top of Frost's sad head, and whispered warmly in his mouth: "Little Frost, don't cry, I promise you everything, okay?"

"Really?" asked Frost Sorrow as she slowly lifted her head, teary eyes.

"Well, really. Alsace replied in the affirmative.

The sorrowful delicate beauty of the frost that was close at hand, a second ago it was still pitiful, and the pear blossoms were raining, but because of the master's promise, it became clear in an instant, and the smiling face was like a green field blown by the spring breeze, and a hundred flowers bloomed.

"Do you really promise Xiaoshuang everything?" Frost's sadness still felt a little incredulous, "Will you do something shameful with Xiaoshuang?" Little Magic Sword's cute dark eyes blinked, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

"Ah, this ......" Arthas coughed dryly, and secretly cried out in his heart - not good, Xiaoshuang's voice is too loud, Wen Lesa must have heard it, right?

"Master......" Seeing that Frost's sorrow flattened his mouth again, and the expression on his face began to turn from sunny to cloudy, Arthas could only put the opinions of others behind, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "Well, I will do it." ”

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It's just that...... Arthas grabbed Frost Sorrow's hands that were stretched out to his trousers with some shame, and scolded her with a smile: "I'm talking about after repelling the orc army, not here, Frost!"

"Oh......" Frost Grief stopped his movements aggrievedly, did not pull off his master's pants, and then tilted his head to think about something, before timidly asking Arthas, who was flushed and tightly grasping his trouser belt to defend the last line of defense, "Also, master, can you ...... Can you not give Frost to those orcs?"

"Well, of course...... Who's going to hand you over to those orcs?" Arthas nodded subconsciously, before suddenly reacting to what Frost Grief was talking about, and asked loudly.

A flush flew up on Frost's sad face, and the hands that were originally on the belt of Alsace trousers were twisted and twisted together, and it took a long time before he whispered, "Is it yourself, master...... Didn't you say you had that hobby? Just throw Frost to the orcs to humiliate, and then you hide and ...... it secretly."

"I haven't said anything like that! and I don't have such a hobby!" Arthas finally understood the reason for Frost's crying before, and the little prince was so angry that he repeatedly knocked Frostmourn's head with the knuckles of his fingers, and complained as he knocked it back—"Frost, can you think of something normal, and don't always think of me as an animal who only thinks with the lower half of my body!"

"Uh......h It hurts!" Frost Grief defended while hugging his little head, "But master, according to Frost's understanding, seventy percent of human males have such ......a hobby!"

"Stop, don't say any more! Don't mention this matter again! And where did that kind of unrealistic and messy data come from! If it was really seventy percent, wouldn't the world have been in chaos a long time ago!" Finally, he struck Frost Sorrow's head twice with his finger bones, causing tears to burst out of the little magic sword's eyes in pain, and Arthas came out from under Frost Sorrow's body one after another, stood up, and patted the blades of grass on his body.

Frost Sorrow got up from the ground with her hands and feet, and hopped to her master's side to stand still—and after crying, the little magic sword that had been promised by her master came back to life with full blood. Frost Sorrow, who was in a good mood, waved his hand and recalled the golden disc suspended above the head of the Red Dragon Queen, while thinking happily in his heart - although the data of "seventy percent of human males are *** fetishes" was rudely rejected by the master, but the recognition that "tears are a woman's greatest weapon" is still correct! As long as Xiaoshuang cries, the master will agree to everything, and it seems that he will use this weapon more in the future!

Without the threat of the "Demon Soul", the Red Dragon Queen finally settled on her mind - she didn't want to endure the feeling of losing her power and being slaughtered by others.

Winlessa bit her lip and looked at Frost Sorrow and Arthas standing together with some resentment - just now, these two guys were flirting with each other again!

While Winlessa and the Red Dragon Queen were each thinking about each other, Arthas tidied up his clothes that had just been a little messy by Frost Sorrow. The young prince had had enough of all the noise, and it was time for him to get down to business—Arthas, who had thought so, waved his immature arm vigorously and announced in a loud voice, "Well, that's the end of all the farce, and now we're going back to the fortress of Danmod, and on the way back, no quarrels, no taunts to each other, do you understand?"