"Why not?" the confused expression on Frost Sorrow's face grew thicker and thicker, which also made the little magic sword look even more cute. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Frost Sorrow squatted down, looked at his master, stretched out a white and tender little hand, and wrenched his fingers to justify: "Master, you have also seen it, this big lewd/dragon, in that *** house, I don't know how many times I have mated with the red dragon named Taran, before giving birth to so many little dragons; The stinking orcs gave birth to the kind of monsters we saw at the gate of the cottage, and she was still laying her eggs shamelessly while we went to save her!"

"Ah...... This ......" Frost's sad analysis was reasonable, Arthas was speechless, hesitated for a long time, and still whispered: "Even if this is the case, Xiaoshuang, you shouldn't say it in front of people!"

"Also, master, have you forgotten? That place called Grimbaatar is not only orcs and dragons, but also cavemen! Maybe the egg of the large/lewd/dragon's was also born with the caveman!" Frost Sorrow continued her reasoning with an excited face, not paying any attention to what Arthas said.

"Ah...... No...... ......" Arthas was still denying it, but his heart was already a little shaken - could it be that the cavemen he saw when he entered Grimbaatar were not there to steal eggs, but to impregnate the Red Dragon Queen......? What a ...... Shame on you!

"It's so ***, it's so shameful!" Frost Sorrow said angrily as she crouched in front of Arthas, playing with her master's blonde hair with her fingers, "You must not let that big lewd/dragon continue to stay by her master's side, or she will attack her master sooner or later!"

"You, you, you, you......" Arthas hadn't had time to stop Frost Sorrow's continued insult to the Red Dragon Queen, and Alexstaza, the Red Dragon Queen over there, couldn't bear it anymore.

What's the matter with this nasty woman? There are still a lot of questions about him waiting to be answered from her, but now, the Red Dragon Queen only wants to take the form of a dragon and trample Frost's sorrow into a puddle of meat sauce.

Betrayed by Taran and abducted to Grimbaatar, imprisoned by Nesario and forced to give birth to offspring, he fell weakly on the cold bluestone floor and cried when his children were used by Nesario for evil experiments and purposes...... These painful memories had been diluted by the joy of finding his hope, but in the words of Frost's sorrow and viciousness, the Red Dragon Queen felt the malice of all of Azeroth—why should she remind herself of those painful pasts?

"I, I, I...... I'm fighting you!" The Red Dragon Queen rushed in front of Frost Grief and pulled out a posture of wanting to fight - this woman looked weird now, but she was as annoying as she was ten thousand years ago, and it was time to fight her, and she must be shown to know that Alekstassa, the Oath of Life, would not bow down to evil, and that she was far more suitable to be that person's spouse than she was!

"Come on, who will be afraid of you, you shameless spawning machine!" Frost Sorrow jumped up from the ground, his merciless poisonous tongue accompanied by an evil and presumptuous laugh, "But I have to warn you, with this thing, you can't be my opponent~"

The Red Dragon Queen's anger was relieved by the sweet smile on Frost's sad face—the golden disc in the pale blue light curtain, gently caressed under her slender onion fingers, made the Red Dragon Queen understand that her situation at this time was no better than that in Grimbaatar's chamber—although Nesario was evil, he always had some friendship with himself, and he would not do anything unrelated to the purpose of the experiment; and this woman ...... If she really was her 10,000 years ago...... Maybe you'll lose yourself to a bunch of orcs or cavemen because of some evil interest, and make yourself a real egg-laying machine!

A wave ......of despair rose from the Red Dragon Queen's heart, accompanied by fear and grievance, and the god, who was above all the mortals of Azeroth, crouched on the ground like a helpless child, sobbing lowly.

"Woo...... Arthas, Frost is bullying me again, where are you...... Ysera, Tyrande...... Come and help me!...... "The Red Dragon Queen crouched on the ground and wept as she muttered incomprehensible words. Arthas didn't know why the Red Dragon Queen mentioned her name at this time, and she didn't know what "Ysera" and "Tyrande" meant, but Frost's Grief walked up to the Red Dragon Queen angrily - the little magic sword couldn't bear the name of the spawning machine for no reason, and she decided to crush her opponent while she was crying.

Suddenly, Frost Grief felt that one of the corners of his sleeve was being pulled, and the little demon sword turned his head in surprise, only to find that Wen Lesa, who had been hiding far away, didn't know when she came to her side, and lowered her head timidly, but firmly pulled the corner of her sleeve.

"What do you want to do?" Frost Sorrow didn't feel particularly angry, just wondering, does this woman with small breasts want to try it again, the feeling of her soul being sucked out of her body?

"Frost ...... Frost Lady, can I ask you, please stop bullying her?" Although she was terrified to death, and didn't even have the courage to look at Frost's sad black eyes, Wen Lesa persevered and stumbled to say what she wanted to say, but her trembling long ears and eyebrows betrayed the fear in her heart.

"Huh?" Frost Sorrow raised her delicate eyebrows and flicked her sleeve, letting the corners of her sleeves that were tightly grasped by Wen Lesa return to freedom, the unknown blue fabric soft and smooth, without a trace of wrinkles.

"What did you say?" Frost Sorrow opened his eyes wide, looking at Wen Lesa who was trembling, his face was full of curiosity - yes, it was curiosity, Frost Sorrow, who had a unique insight into the soul, at this time he really felt Wen Lessa's deep fear from the bottom of his heart, but the little magic sword didn't understand, in this situation, how could this woman with small breasts have the courage to stop her movements?

Belch...... It's terrible!Sister Aurelia, Sister Sylvanas, come and save poor little Winlessa!--The High Elf Ranger's heart let out a fawn-like sorrow, but the red dragon queen's cry in his ears still made Winlesa muster up the last bit of courage and stammered, "Frost...... Ms. Frost, she is already pitiful and has been insulted so much...... We...... We should comfort her, not ...... It's not ......"