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This is nothing new to Frost Sorrow, and if Little Demon Sword had known that Arthas would be tossing on her for so long this time, she would not have relented in the first place, and promised Arthas to help him release the desire/hope contained in that fiery rise.

However, even Frost Grief could not predict the future, so she was pressed by Arthas on the conspicuous wooden bed in the hotel room, and tortured for most of the day in various positions.

Maybe it's really because it hasn't been done for too long, but Alsace is exceptionally strong this time, both in terms of time and from ...... In some ways.

Poor Frost's sorrow, after the soft flesh between the thighs was red and swollen, still did not escape the tragic fate, but had to use his delicate lips to replace their "sisters" between the legs and accept the impact of Arthas.

Although she hadn't fainted yet, she really felt that she didn't have any strength in her body, and her brain was also groggy.

Otherwise, Gianna would have exploded in the usual frost sorrow when she said such a thing, but now, she was still leaning on her master's body weakly, and she didn't even want to move a little finger.

Arthas glanced at Frost Grief a little nervously, and he knew that Gianna would say something like this, even though it was due to misunderstanding and ignorance of the male/female matter, it was still likely to trigger Frost Grief's rejection.

However, it seems that Frost's grief has already been "settled" by herself in the hotel, and she doesn't have much reaction to Gianna's ignorant and inappropriate words.

"That's not going to work...... This is a very important thing for Xiaoshuang, although thank you very much for your concern, but Xiaoshuang will definitely not let you help, haha...... Hahaha......"

Arthas laughed dryly, obfuscating the matter.

"Oh...... That's right...... Then I'll go first, Arthas, Lady Frost, and we'll see you tomorrow!

Gianna nodded sensibly, and then hopped out of Arthas's tent.

Gianna ran out of her tent in a panic, but Arthas didn't care much about the girl's mood at this time.

Carrying Frost Sorrow to the inner room of the tent, Arthas took off his clothes and lay down on his bed.

Although it was not early, His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron still had no intention of sleeping.

As for the reason......

Arthas was still very concerned about the fact that he had run to the inn in the town of Stratholme with Frost Grief and was hit by Master Khadgar.

However, Arthas himself can't do anything, after all, things have already happened, he can only blame himself for being too anxious at the time, and in addition, he can only hope that Master Khadgar will not care about his own small problems!

Frost Sorrow curled up her body, snuggling up to Arthas's side, hugging her master tightly.

Little Demon Sword didn't need to sleep, which was a convenient thing to do, but now, Frost Sorrow really wanted to sleep like a normal mortal.

From his shoulders to his toes, Frost Sorrow felt that every part of his body was sore, even his throat, and after being ravaged by Arthas all day in the Stratholme Hotel, Frost Sorrow's voice became hoarse.

The mortal body is so fragile, if only he were the same as before, a sword.

- Frost Sorrow thought as she arched into Arthas's arms to make herself more comfortable.

Of course, the naïve little magic sword didn't think about a single question - if she was still a sword, Arthas wouldn't have been mad enough to treat her like this, would he?

Take 10,000 steps back, even if Arthas wants to, there is no suitable hole in that magic sword!

"Xiaoshuang, is it still very uncomfortable?"

Arthas noticed Frost's sad movements, opened his eyes, and asked in an apologetic tone.

Every time he ended his affectionate relationship with Frost Sorrow, and saw the little magic sword being tossed half dead by himself, Arthas felt very guilty.

But soon, when it was time for him to have his desires/thoughts on it, these apologies were forgotten by him again.

Of course, it's not all Arthas's fault, man...... Isn't it all like that?

"Well, the master made Xiaoshuang hurt everywhere!"

Frost Sorrow blinked her big black eyes and said pitifully.

"But...... It's been a long time since we've had it...... Speaking of which, it's all because Xiaoshuang is so comfortable there, every time you do it, you can't stop at all!"

Alsace excused his "atrocities" and justified them.

"How can you blame Xiaoshuang, master, you're too much!"

Frost Grief heard Arthas say this, and tears were about to fall from his eyes.

"Alright, alright...... Tomorrow, we're going to start marching to the Wraith Land, and when the time comes, you can rest well!"

Arthas gently embraced Frost Sorrow's delicate body, stroking and comforting her.

"Hmm...... But when the war here is over, you don't want to torture Xiaoshuang, master...... No, Xiaoshuang has to think of a way!"

Frost Sorrow closed her eyes and pressed her head to Arthas's chest, muttering as she sniffed at the familiar scent of her master.

"Think of a way, what way?"

Arthas asked curiously.

"Of course, it's the way to deal with you, master! If you continue like this, Xiaoshuang will be tortured to death by your master sooner or later!"

Frost Sorrow said in a complaining tone.

"That's an exaggeration...... How could there be such a thing......"

Arthas smiled and shook his head—how could Frost Grief be a mysterious being that even Akmund and Kilgardan didn't care about...... Die in the midst of your own ***?

"Hmph, anyway, it's the master who is comfortable, and the uncomfortable thing is always Xiaoshuang!"

Frost grumbled sadly about Arthas's disbelief in putting on his pants.

"Why, isn't it very comfortable, Xiaoshuang, I remember that you are still ...... today."

Arthas gently pinched Frostmourn's slender waist, teaching the duplicitous little magic sword a lesson.

"Don't say it! It's a shame!"

Frost Sorrow quickly propped herself up and covered Arthas's mouth with her hand.

The host is really, that kind of thing...... How can you bring it up! It's so embarrassing!

- The thought of the words he had uttered this afternoon in the bed of the town inn in Stratholme that had made his face blush because of the strange sensation coming from under his body, Frost Sorrow had the idea of burying himself under the covers.

"Okay, okay, if you don't say it, you won't say it, but Xiaoshuang, you'll be comfortable!"

Arthas took Frost Sorrow's cold little hand with his backhand, placing it in his palm and kneading it carefully.

"Hmph...... The owner is the big badass!"

Frost Sorrow said this, but he still lay down beside Arthas again, and let him hold his hand, and between it and his master's body tightened.

"What if...... It would be nice to have two little frosts!"

After a long time, Frost Sorrow suddenly murmured.

"Huh, what?"

In fact, Arthas was also a little tired today, and his consciousness was already a little blurred, but the vague whisper of Frost Sorrow made him wake up a little more from his confusion.

"If there are two little frosts, if one is very tired from being tortured by the master, the other can take over, and then the little frost can rest for a while......

Frost Sorrow speaks of her unrealistic fantasies.

"But where can I find a little frost?"

Arthas muttered as he hugged the soft and cool body of the little magic sword with his backhand, changed to a comfortable side lying position, and fell into a deep sleep.

- A little magic sword has made Arthas love it, he is not a greedy fellow, he is already content.

"Well, it's still not good...... If there are two little frosts, who will the master give a little more? Maybe there will be a fight...... No