If Alsace really was just a ten-year-old child, though he would instinctively get close to beautiful women, it would be nothing more; But now, inside Alsace, there is actually a ...... Although I don't want to admit it, Arthas was already in his thirties when he committed suicide in Icecrown Fortress, and he could be regarded as an uncle.

If Arthas was just a color/color/soul with an uncle, and the body was completely a ten-year-old child, it would be nothing, and even if he would be interested in Frost's sad body, he would not be so entangled. The real problem was that his body had been transformed by Frost Grief for some nefarious purpose......

Although Frost Sorrow has been honest, Arthas feels that a certain part of his body has begun to be "unbearable". Of course, Frostmourn was still dressed, and Arthas hadn't seen her take off her clothes since she had taken on human form—but the little prince could roughly feel it.

As Frost Sorrow hugged tightly, Arthas's head ...... Pressed hard into the furrow/ravine on Frost Sorrow's chest, completely wrapped in that soft feeling; Despite the thin skirt made of unknown fabrics, Arthas could still feel the strange cold temperature of Frost's body. ,…,

What's worse is that Frostmourn's two elastic legs tightly clamp the half of Arthas's body below the waist. This act alone made the evil thing in Alsace, which should not have been in a ten-year-old child, swelled up a little.

Arthas, covered in the scent of nephrite ice, had no intention of sleeping, his hands wrapped around Frostmourn's slender waist, his fingertips sliding over the thin clothing—after many close encounters, Arthas was sure that there was indeed no lining under Frostsorrow's long dress.

Oh shit—Arthas was out of that state of intoxication, and just now he even wanted to rip off the thin dress of Frost Sorrow. And then...... Reluctantly, Arthas began to find a way to divert his attention - Sargeras, Kilgardan, Akmund, Naozu, Soladin the Great, the Light...... Anything is fine, as long as you can make the inexplicable desires/thoughts in your mind disappear...... Oh, abomination...... This thing is more in line with the needs of Alsace now.

Suddenly, Arthas thought of the massive, limbed-like monsters that the Lich King Neozu called Abomination, a name that the former orc shaman believed was a perfect expression of the undead—hated by his enemies as well as by himself. ,…,

Naozu was very proud of the name because it reflected his unique aesthetic; But the lich Kel'thugad scoffed at this, and he had privately expressed his disgust with Arthas's disgust at the "ridiculous and stupid" orc art that remained in Neozu. And told Alsace that, from a scholarly point of view, he preferred to call such things "stitching monsters" - because they were born by sewing together pieces of different corpses with thick hemp rope and then resurrected, and after the soul of Naozu was gone, the lich Kel'thugad publicly abolished the term "abomination".

However, whether it is "abomination" or "stitching monster", such a title does not matter, this monster with one eye, the smell of corpses on its body all the time, and the parts where the corpses are connected, there are always meat crumbs and rotting yellowish pus falling, just remembering it is enough for Arthas to get rid of the temptation/temptation from the flesh/body of Frost Sorrow.

Finally, in the midst of his memories of the Stitching Monster, Arthas managed to fall asleep. Frost Sorrow occasionally opened his eyes, and saw his master's frowning brow and somewhat pained face, and would use his lips to give him gentle comfort—the master must have had another nightmare. Unbeknownst to Frost Sorrow, Arthas let her dreams be filled with disgusting stitching monsters and ghouls in order to get rid of the intense sex and breath she unleashed. …,

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"Master, it's dawn!" At the soft urging of Frost Sorrow, Arthas opened his eyes and tried to move his body, but felt a strong tiredness. In fact, Arthas didn't sleep for long, only a few hours, and what normal human could sleep soundly in a dream full of disgusting undead creatures? Arthas even suspected that the reason why he committed suicide in the original stream of time was that he was fed up with facing these monsters all day - damn Kel'thugad, couldn't he create some undead that looked a little more pleasing to the eye? Even if his purpose is practical, but the undead of the Cataclysm Legion are too bad in appearance!

Arthas sneered as he tried to prop himself up with his hands, only to find that Frostmourn was not by his side at all. Strange—Arthas thought to himself—had you just heard her screaming for her to get up? Alsace is surprised...... Suddenly, I felt an unusual touch in a part between my legs.

Don't...... Arthas shifted his gaze to the slightly bulging quilt that covered his waist down, ripped it open, and ......, "I knew it was so!" Xiaoshuang, what are you doing! The little prince's angry roar came from the room. Frost Sorrow curled up in the bed, her eyes staring unblinkingly at the part of Arthas's body, her red lips slightly open, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be drooling; Without looking up, Frost Sorrow asked in a curious and coquettish voice, "Master, you want to put this thing in Frost's ......,...,

"Nope. Impossible, absolutely not! Arthas jumped out of bed with some embarrassment, and hastened to the chair in the room, despite the fact that he was still naked, holding up a certain part, and went through the clothes he had taken off the night and hung on the back of the chair, and hurriedly put them on his body.

"But, but......" Frost Sorrow was a little anxious - it wasn't said before, when the orcs were repulsed, the master would be with him...... How can you regret it now? Arthas roared and dressed up, wondering why Frost's Sorrow had suddenly quieted down, and when he looked back, he found that the little magic sword was looking at him angrily.

"Uh...... Xiaoshuang, I'm not...... I mean, wait until the orcs are completely repulsed. Let's ...... again Good no good? Arthas stood somewhere and walked with some difficulty to the bedside, comforting Frost's sorrow. Little Demon Sword cried and complained: "I said to kill all the orcs, but you won't let the master, anyway, you just don't want to be with Xiaoshuang...... You must be waiting for that bad woman Gianna to grow up and dump me and be with her, right? Frost's sorrow was like an abandoned boudoir woman, her tone full of jealousy and jealousy.

[Ahem...... I'm ashamed to say that Eleven was busy playing DOTA, and the editor didn't recommend it, and I was in a bad mood and couldn't write a word. There are few updates this week, so let's save it up and watch it. White Nights is now trying to adjust his mentality and try to break out next week. 】】,…,

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