"Hey!" Hearing Frost's sad gibberish, the Red Dragon Queen yelled angrily at the woman she hated so much, "We've agreed, as long as I explain it clearly, you'll ...... You won't call me an oviductor! Why don't you talk about credit! ”

"Shut up!" Frost Sorrow was equally furious, turned her head away, and glared fiercely at the Red Dragon Queen; At the same time, the "Demon Soul", which was originally spinning on the shoulders of Frost Sorrow, also flew to the top of the Red Dragon Queen's head with a "swoop".

Under the strong suppression of Frost Sorrow, the Red Dragon Queen was immediately "silenced" without a trace, and not only that, but this supreme deity, who was above all the mortals in the world of Azeroth, took a few steps back in an unbearable manner, and only then stood firm under the timely support of Wen Lesa very ungracefully, and then raised her head, looked at the palm-sized golden disc with a resentful gaze, and thought resentfully in her heart - this is not a compromise with evil, but to prevent the protection of the wise who will become a real spawner!

Damn, what a piece of rubbish! --Arthas secretly slandered in his heart--I thought that the Red Dragon Queen would be able to share some of the frost's sad attention for herself, but I didn't expect her to be so useless...... I don't know if the dragon can still excrete when it turns into a human form, but I don't think it can, after all, a soak of urine from a giant dragon can probably drown it in human form - if it weren't for that, it is estimated that the red dragon's unproductive queen would have peed her pants at this time.

"That, little frost......" Since the Red Dragon Queen is not angry, Arthas, who does not want to bear the sorrow and anger of frost alone, can only rack his brains to appease his little magic sword, "You are completely misunderstood, I have no plans like that at all, and I have never said anything to ...... with Her Excellency the Queen ...... The mating/mating things, those are all her own words! ”

As he explained, Arthas was bitter in his heart, because the situation had become more and more serious—the pink fist that Frost Grief had originally pinched at his sides had now opened and placed in front of his body, his fingers bent into claws, and his small round eyes were firmly fixed on his master. The pink cherry mouth is slightly open, the red lips arch out of the white little tiger teeth, and the mouth also emits a low roar of "woo woo woo", like a little leopard that has seen its prey.

Alsace's explanation was heard. Frost Sorrow didn't let go of the pair of small, seemingly threatening hands, but arched slightly; The furrowed tip of his nose and beautiful brows, as well as the burning jealousy that Arthas seemed to feel, burst out of those beautiful dark eyes, made the prince of Lordaeron understand. This time, it is not so easy to let your little magic sword be divided.

"Master, you must be lying!" Frost's sad gaze locked on Arthas, making his master dare not move at all, and then complained with a sour tone, "Xiaoshuang has long suspected that you have always refused to do shameful things with Xiaoshuang, master, and you have to go all the way to such a remote place...... Hmph, on the surface, it was to repel the orcs, but in fact, it was for this oviposition! ”

Speaking of which. The resentful expression on Frost's sad face grew stronger; But Arthas felt that beads of sweat were oozing from his brain, and hurriedly complained bitterly: "Xiaoshuang, don't think about it, how is this possible!" I'm just a mortal, and I don't have the power of an unpredictable prophet, and I didn't know that this psychopathic queen was being locked up here to lay eggs until I came to Grimbaatar! Besides, knowing that the Red Dragon Queen was locked up here to lay eggs, I still happily ran over to her to mate/mate, do I have a lewd/wife fetish? ”

For a moment, Arthas didn't care if the Red Dragon Queen would feel insulted by his words—the Red Dragon Queen, who was frightened to the ground by the golden disc. I don't have the energy to argue with myself, right? On the contrary, Xiaoshuang, her thoughts are too peculiar, she is thinking about some kind of nonsense!

However, Alsace did not take it into account. Frost's sorrow under the rage seems to have developed a magical skill called "listening to others only half of what they say", so he ......

"Sure enough, master, you are really like this!" Frost Sorrow finally withdrew her little white hands, but took them over and covered her little mouth, looking at Arthas in disbelief.

"Huh? What the? What's wrong with it? Alsace was a little baffled. I don't know what Frost Sorrow is feeling.

"Lewd ...... Kinky / wife fetish! Master, you really have such a strange hobby! The little white boots on Frostmourn's feet stomped the grass a few times, and then, as if she had made up her mind, a sad look on her face, "If it's for the master's hobby, Frost is also ...... Even if it is an orc, Xiaoshuang will work hard to do it, and the master does not need to find this oviposition machine! ”

Having said this, Frost's sad heart is full of grievances; The thought of those filthy orcs and cavemen made Little Demon Sword feel sick in his heart. But for the sake of the owner's unique hobby, there is no way to do it, otherwise the owner will abandon Xiaoshuang and go to find that nasty oviposition machine!

Despite the determination in his heart that he could pay a price for the favor of his master, Arthas, two lines of tears rolled down Frost's sad and white cheeks. Arthas was distressed, and although he didn't know what Frost Grief had said before, he took a step forward and said softly, "Little Frost, you ......"

"Wow!" Hearing the voice of his master, Frost Sorrow could no longer hold back the grievances in his heart, and a lunge rushed forward, slamming Arthas to the ground, and the two slender and soft lotus arms were lightly looped, interspersed between Arthas's back and the grass, pressing his master to the ground, while holding it tightly in his arms, and then wailing and crying.

"Hmm...... Breathe ......" Arthas struggled to break out of the passionate embrace of the little magic sword, but was completely suppressed by his strength. Sturally, Frostmourn's two powerful slender thighs clamped Arthas's lower body tightly, and his arms clamped Arthas's small head to his chest like iron hoops.

I'm going to die...... It's going to suffocate...... Arthas's vision darkened, and a faint white illusion of holy light began to appear in his mind—Arthas felt like a landlubber, though he couldn't help himself, but he would eventually be overwhelmed by the waves on Frost Sorrow's chest.

Well...... Xiaoshuang's chest/part is cold and soft, even if she dies here, she has no regrets! As he was dying, Alsace was thinking about something like this.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Frost Sorrow finally realized that the master's body in his arms was becoming stiff, so he slightly let go of Arthas's head buried deep in his own double/peak, squirmed, and faded down Alsace's immature chest all the way, until the posture of the two reversed, from Frost Sorrow holding her master's head, to now her head resting on her master's chest, the little magic sword stopped moving, fell on the master's chest, and sobbed in a low voice, (To be continued.) )