"Hee-hee, master, it's so itchy......"

Frost's sorrow didn't answer Arthas's question, but instead writhed uneasily, trying to avoid Arthas—the master's breath as he spoke was on Frost's ears, itchy, so uncomfortable!

"Don't make a fuss, be serious!"

Arthas was helpless by the playfulness of Frost Sorrow, so he snorted twice angrily and straightened his waist - seeing the little magic sword quickly show a scared expression, Arthas couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart - in such a situation, it was still very easy for him to clean up the little magic sword!

Frost's sad black eyes were watery, her snow-white teeth were gently biting her pink lips, her naked/naked white abdomen was slightly spasmodic, and her face showed an uncomfortable expression - the little magic sword was not ready to deal with the master's next torture, but the master's baby arched in the little frost's belly, swollen and sour, so uncomfortable......

"Hmm...... Master, don't move, Xiaoshuang just tells you...... It's the old woman, she's peeking at us. ”

Frostmourn pressed her hands on Arthas's thighs, trying to keep him from torturing herself as much as possible, while muttering under her arms as she spoke.

"Old woman? You mean...... Tyrande? Why is she peeking at us? And also...... Can she hear us? ”

Arthas immediately became nervous - although Tyrande's first impression was good, he was basically a polite and elegant woman who was innocent and lively...... But Arthas knew that he was in a foreign land after all. He also has a heavy responsibility, which makes him have to be more careful.

From the point of view of Alsace, if you think about it a little more complicated. Tyrande was a little unprepared for himself and a stranger like Frostmourn...... If Frost Sorrow said that the Priestess of the Moon was secretly watching over herself and her, it would mean that the other party was not a simple and innocent girl...... More importantly, although Arthas knew that Tyrande couldn't understand the lingua franca he and Frostmourn spoke, that didn't mean she couldn't understand her name as she mentioned it - Arthas didn't want Tyrande to know that Frostmourn had noticed that she was peeking, so he lowered his voice.

Wait a minute...... Peek? - Arthas seemed to be only now reacting to his current state - he lowered his head hesitantly, looking at his still fully clothed upper body and ...... I don't know where I threw my pants to.

The Light is above...... Arthas's face turned red all at once—he only now understood what Frostmourn meant...... Tyrande has seen everything he's just done? Other words. It's not just the scene where Xiaoshuang picks off her pants while she's sleeping, but also presses Xiaoshuang on the bed after she wakes up...... The Light is above......

Arthas felt that no matter what Tyrande was for peeping on himself and Frost Grief, after all this happened. She should...... Although it is possible to drive yourself out of this temple of the moon god directly, even if you don't do it for some reason, then you won't follow behind you and enthusiastically call yourself "Mr. Arthas", right?

"Hee-hee...... Shame on the owner! The thing you tossed Xiaoshuang just now was seen by others! Hahaha! ……”

Frost Grief discovers Alsace's embarrassment. Heartlessly laughed.

"Still laughing! Am I the only one being seen? I'm still dressed! Xiaoshuang, you are the one who stripped naked! ”

Arthas pinched the two crimson beans on Frost Sorrow's chest in annoyance. I pinched my fingertips with a little strength, and said angrily.

"Oops! Xiaoshuang is not afraid of that old woman to see it! Just let her see, Xiaoshuang is much better looking than her! Her breasts are bigger than hers, her waist is thinner than hers, and her skin is whiter than hers, hum ......"

Frost Grief let out a scream, and the little magic sword pouted as he tried to break Arthas's large hand away from his chest.

"When has this been and you're still thinking about this kind of thing...... That's right. Xiaoshuang, how did you know someone was peeking at us? When did it start? Last night? ”

Arthas then came to his senses. For Frost Sorrow, it seems like she doesn't care about being seen by others...... He had to give up on the Frost Grief theory of which one should be more shy, himself or her, and instead focused on something else.

"It seems to be the companion of the old woman...... By the way, master, do you remember Illidan and Malfurion? It's those two guys...... They forced Tyrande to come and peek at us, hehe......"

Frost Sorrow smiled and whispered in Arthas's ear - if it was too far away, there was nothing that could be done, but Tyrande was next door when he was arguing with Illidan and Malfurion about whether Arthas was a good guy or a bad guy, how could Little Magic Sword not hear those guys talking about his master?

Of course, the question of different languages does not appear in the vast power of Frost Sorrow, and Tyrande's discussion with Illidan and Malfurion is overheard by Little Magic Sword - she doesn't care if Tyrande and the Fury Wind brothers are suspicious of their master, but it is even more interesting for Frost Sorrow to play tricks on Tyrande and make her forced to peek at herself and her master doing something shameful.

But...... The little magic sword frowned - judging by the reaction from the next door...... The old woman of the Night Elves didn't seem to feel anything...... Didn't she know what she and her master were doing?

"Forced? What do you mean? ”

Arthas couldn't hold back his gaze from the next door - he didn't know which door Tyrande was, left or right - and with a flick of his hands, Arthas lifted Frost Sorrow away from his body, hurriedly took his pants to the side to block his naked bottom, and asked suspiciously.

"Hee-hee! The host is shy! ”

Frost Sorrow knelt beside Arthas, ignoring the warm, translucent liquid dripping from his thighs, pursing his lips and laughing at his master.

"Don't talk nonsense, get dressed! And also...... Answer my question! ”

Arthas gave a sad look at Frost - the little magic sword was becoming more and more shameless by now - and Arthas would have liked to have dressed her himself if he hadn't hidden her long blue dress.

"Oh, okay......"

Frost Sorrow nodded obediently, and the long-lasting blue dress wrapped her fair and delicate body like a curtain of water. (To be continued......)