Arthas was really not a junior brother, and he did see this bloodshed on his first night with Gianna. But...... But if it is going to bleed, it should be the sorrow of the frost, right, why is it my own that is dyed red now...... That thing?

As Arthas looked at him, Frostmourn also looked at the object he had just played, and noticed a few streaks of blood spilling from the top, which were slowly expanding. The little magic sword panicked suddenly, and hurriedly wiped the end of the thing with his hand a few times, and secretly rubbed the blood on his hand on the silk cloth of the soft couch, and then lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to talk to his master.

"Forehead...... "Now it's Alsace who can't help it, in fact, the pain just now is not so intense, but he was not prepared for a while, and he shouted out for the reason that it was too important. Seeing the grievance of Frost's grief blame himself for this, and even about to shed tears, Arthas couldn't bear it in his heart, and said, "Little Frost...... It's okay, I'm fine. ”

Frost Sorrow raised his head, and there was moisture in his eyes: "But...... Master, you're bleeding! "It's no wonder that Frost Sorrow is a little scared, in fact, since Arthas regained consciousness, with Frost Sorrow by his side, he has never been injured, and therefore, the little magic sword has never seen his master bleed—especially in this area. ,…,

"Ah...... Never mind. Arthas felt that the pain had faded to the point where he could not feel it, "Maybe something...... By the way, maybe that's normal. Alsace said nonsense. True...... It's true? "Frost's sorrow is still that pitiful look - the little magic sword will never allow anyone to hurt its master, but now she has hurt her master, which makes her extremely sad.

"Really, really." Since Alsace had already made up a lie, he had no choice but to move on. In fact. How did he know what was going on, but a little blood wouldn't kill anyone...... The bleeding area is a bit important, but it doesn't seem to be dead, right? Arthas hesitated, not knowing if he should release a holy light there.

Frost's sorrow broke into a smile: "Well, the master is so powerful, he even knows such a thing!" Arthas hadn't recovered from Frostmourn's flattery, and the vital point of his body had once again been caught in the hands of the Little Devil Sword, although this time Frostmourn's movements were extremely gentle, Arthas still felt a tingling and ...... Comfortable?

Holding back so that he would not moan/moan, Arthas continued to persuade: "Xiaoshuang, since it is all bleeding, then let's not do it, okay?" Frostmourn listened to Arthas's words and suddenly became angry: "No! Anyway, the owner is going to bleed, so only Xiaoshuang can do it! Fortunately, Xiaoshuang made up her mind today, otherwise, let the master do such a thing. It will be taken away by other women! ”,…,

Arthas was startled by Frost's sad words—this ...... This kind of thing also has to be fought over? Just as Arthas was experiencing the double stimulation of pain and comfort, Frost Sorrow slowed down the movement of his hands sliding/moving/flesh/skin, and slowly brought his face closer to Arthas's suspension.

"Xiaoshuang, what are you going to do?" Arthas remembered what Frost Sorrow had said in the morning, and his heart throbbed without a breath - could it be...... Frost Sorrow raised his head sadly, his expression was very serious: "Xiaoshuang just tried, Xiaoshuang is very tight there, it is difficult to insert/enter a finger, the master is so thick here, according to the ...... According to the memories of the soul devoured by the frost, it must be wet to get in. ”

"Wet?" Arthas repeated, slowly recalling the first night he and Gianna had tossed and turned for a long time, until something flowed out of his own place, and only on the second attempt, he succeeded in getting Gianna to ...... Bloodshed. …,

Frost Sorrow didn't care what his master was thinking, but moved his cheeks slightly, and spat out a mouthful of liquid at the end of the flesh that had been skinned by himself. "It's so cool...... Alsace gasped for air, twitching even the part of himself that was carrying him. ,…,

"Don't move!" Frost's sorrow suddenly became domineering, pinched Arthas's vital point, raised his head seriously, and said to his master, "From now on, Xiaoshuang is the master, master, you are obedient and don't move!" After saying this, Frost Sorrow lowered his head again, and secreted the fragrant and cool liquid with all his might.

Arthas didn't dare to move again, but Frost Sorrow hadn't yet enjoyed much from the joy of turning over and being his master...... I realized a very important problem - if I continue like this, even if I vomit all night, I can't get my master's place wet! Frost Sorrow thought about it and decided to take a different approach.

Under Arthas's astonished gaze, Frost Sorrow slowly lowered his head, and his delicate pretty face with a hint of confusion approached Alsace's hard little by little. Got what you wanted? - Arthas had some disdain for the momentary thoughts in his heart, but ...... Like a moth attracted by candlelight, Arthas could not escape the web of love woven by Frost Sorrow with infatuation and seduction, and could only watch his own weapon, the encroachment on his other "weapon".

Delicate pink red lips. Finally, the end that had stopped bleeding was attached. As if instinctively, Frost Sorrow gently kissed the top of the peeled back as white as new tender flesh as she held the trembling rod with her hand. ,…,

Blank, unprecedented blank. Frost Sorrow doesn't know what's wrong with him, his body, which has always been cold, actually feels a little hot. As a top master who controls souls, Little Demon Sword feels that all the countless souls in his consciousness have disappeared at this time, and all that is left is an indescribable impulse.

In this impulsive trend. Frost Sorrow stretched out her cold, silky little tongue and gently licked the Arsatian root, and slowly took it into her cold, moist mouth, which had secreted enough fluid, and sucked it vigorously as if she were tasting the sweet nectar of a flower.

Gradually, Frost Sorrow sucks/sucks harder and deeper, only to feel a full sense of happiness flowing from her mouth to the bottom of her heart, and she just wants to suck/suck desperately and never stop. Frost Sorrow shook her head up and down, sucking/sucking loudly, her unfurled black hair trembling with her movements, and large drops of liquid left along the corners of the little magic sword's mouth, wetting Arthas's sppit.

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