"Woo...... Arthas wanted to push away the sorrow of the frost - how could the dignified Lich King, the prince of the kingdom of Lordaeron, be ...... by himself Weapons...... Press on the wall strong/kissed? Unfortunately, Arthas is now just a child, and has no strength to resist, so he can only be held down by the Frost Grief.

Feeling the cold, tongue of Frost Sorrow swimming back and forth on his lips like a small snake, Arthas closed his lips tightly - if he could not resist the fate of being kissed/forced, he must at least keep ...... Chastity of the tongue! However, although Frost Sorrow has no practical experience in such matters, the theoretical experience is incomparably rich, and Arthas's resistance is destined to be destroyed by the powerful.

Frost's sad tongue licked Arthas's lips, and when he found that he couldn't get in, he freed up his hand and pinched Arthas's nose. Soon, Arthas succumbed to the simple but extremely effective method of the Little Magic Sword...... was forced to open his last line of defense.

However, Frost's sorrow at this time, as if he was deliberately playing tricks on his master, was not in a hurry, and continued to pinch Arthas's nose while grinding his lower lip with his teeth. As Arthas's face grew redder and his hands pushed harder, Frost's Grief let go of Arthas's nose. ,…,

Like a man in the water catching a plank, Arthas closed his eyes and heard heavy breathing in his nose. Frost Sorrow stopped biting her master's lips, and took the opportunity to pass the tender, delicate cold tongue through Arthas's half-closed teeth, and captured the last line of defense that her master had held for a long time, and entangled it with Arthas's tongue, which seemed to be smaller than Frostsorrow's own. Slowly grinding and teasing/teasing.

Alsace had to admit that he was not resistant to such feelings. Gradually, Arthas gave up his resistance and devoted himself to a deep "exchange" with Frost Sorrow. Frostmourn sensed the change in her master, and in addition to holding the little boy tighter, she sucked Arthas's tongue out of his mouth and placed it between his teeth, grinding it finely, sometimes plucking the bottom of Arthas's tongue with the tip of his tongue.

Arthas felt himself on the verge of intoxication—is this what Frost Sorrow calls "the shameful thing"? Although Arthas had a few springs/nights with Gianna in the original time stream, the clumsy trick between the two young men and women made Arthas never experience such a sweet feeling.

Strange to say, Arthas didn't know how Frostmourn's anatomy differed from that of humans. But I really never saw this humanoid little magic sword go to the toilet, or sweat. However, she often sheds tears, although she is always provoked to cry by herself. ,…,

As the kiss between him and Frost Sorrow became more intense, Frost Sorrow, who never secretes sweat, had a lot of saliva in his mouth. These cold liquids, as Arthas and Frost Sorrow touched, poured into the little prince's mouth. I don't know if this sweet liquid has an aphrodisiac effect, Arthas felt that one of his parts, maliciously modified by the little magic sword, has an unspeakable reaction - for a ten-year-old child, this is simply a shocking thing - but the existence of frost sorrow is enough to be included in the top ten unsolved mysteries of Azeroth, isn't it?

Arthas didn't have time to care about whether somewhere in his own place would make others think of him as a monster. Some of the delirious little princes no longer supported Frost Sorrow's body with both hands, but wrapped one hand around the slender and soft waist of the little magic sword, and the other hand moved to Frost Sorrow's smooth back, through the thin blue skirt, feeling the skin as cold as the little tongue. …,

Just as the two "lovers" who were indulged/obsessed with kissing exhaled in a hurry, teasing each other's tongues with the tip of their tongues, and stirring in the sweet, cool saliva of the four intertwined lips, Frost's Sorrow suddenly pushed Arthas away, and his eyes turned vigilantly to the southeast—although they were still far away, the little magic sword had already discovered the enemy. ,…,

Arthas didn't react, and said in a somewhat intoxicated voice: "Xiaoshuang, your lips are so sweet!" That handsome face, still with the innocence of a child, almost made Wen Leisa, who was already a little weak on the side, think that this was indeed an innocent teenager.

But...... Wen Leisa's gaze drifted to the long, crystalline silver and white silk thread that still connected the sad lips of Arthas and Frost, and this filament of saliva condensed fluttered in the air, but it was still strong/straight, as if to remind Wen Lesa that not long ago, between this pair of beautiful girls and Xiao Zhengtai, that fierce battle of millet / obscene / release / wave / - these two people must have used their tongues! Don't know why...... At this time, Wen Lesa was thinking about this.

Frost Sorrow heard the words of his master, turned his head, smiled gently, and his crystal white fingertips gently picked up the silver thread, pulled it, and sent it into his mouth, sucking it gently. A small piece of the broken thread bounced back onto Arthas's lips, and the little prince licked it lightly—still so sweet. This kind of almost psychedelic stuff made Arthas a little intoxicated, and he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, after the war in Nanhai Town was over, should he fulfill the promise of Frost's sorrow? It seems like...... Aside from being counterintuitive, there's nothing wrong with that! ,…,

Despite always claiming to be a gentleman, Arthas fell under the charm of Frost's sorrow. Frost Sorrow smiled sweetly at the somewhat stunned master, and said, "Master, the group of red dragons is here. "Seeing Alsace still looks stupid. Frost Sorrow raised her voice and spoke again in front of her master.

Arthas reacted at this time, exclaimed, and felt very embarrassed to see that Mograine and Winlessa were both looking at him with strange expressions, and hurriedly pulled Frost Grief and fled quickly from the spiral ladder. Frost's sorrow hunched over Alsace's low head, and thought with a smile - after kissing his master once, the master suddenly became intimate with Frost! It seems that in the future, Xiaoshuang will have to take the initiative a little more!

Mograine and Winlessa looked at each other, followed by Arthas and Frostmourn, and hurried out of Drake's room door. Several people didn't pay attention, and after they left, the door slowly closed. In the room, Drake, who came back from the dead and became a death knight, sat on the bed boredly, pressed his cold and loose skin like a dead man one by one, and asked his sister Gianna, who was lying at the door and looked out for a long time, with some curiosity: "Gianna." What are you looking at? ”,…,

The little girl with blond hair and blue eyes hurriedly closed the door like a frightened fawn, put her hands behind her back, and replied with her head bowed as if she had done something wrong...... Brother Drake, didn't see anything......" Drake sighed, continuing to check his familiar and unfamiliar body.

Drake, who was more concerned about his physical condition, didn't notice his sister's abnormality. Gianna hung her head, and her lovely face was full of doubts—the lips of His Royal Highness Prince Alsace...... Is it delicious? Thinking of the scene of the beautiful black-haired big sister, holding His Royal Highness Prince Alsace and biting and biting, the little girl couldn't help but lick her warm pink lips - huh? It doesn't smell like anything!

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