My Frostmourne can't be so cute

After hearing Kalia's words, Jaina showed a complicated expression on her face, and then turned her gaze to the center of the horse farm.

Alsace rode "Invincible", walked a few steps in the racecourse, and waved to the audience around him.

In the original time flow, "Invincibility" was Arthas's mount, but that was after he fell into darkness.

In the original time flow, this horse, delivered by Arthas himself, died because of a broken leg during one of his childhood outings.

Later, Arthas, who became a death knight, resurrected "Invincible" and made it his own skeleton warhorse.

Now, such a regretful thing will naturally not happen. "Invincible" can happily ride on Alsace, with the Red Dragon Queen, and there will be no uncurable injuries.

This is the first time Alsace rode "Invincible" to participate in such a competition, and of course it will be the last.

Of course, it is not that Arthas will change other mounts, but he will not participate in such competitions in the future.

If you participate year after year and it is not waterproof, such a grand event will soon lose its original meaning.

What's the point if the same person wins the championship every year?

Even this time, Alsace came to participate in such a grand event only because...

"the host!"

A crisp and sweet voice sounded, and a pale blue figure rushed into the horse farm like the wind.

A smile appeared on Arthas's face, he jumped from "Invincible", and then opened his arms.

"the host!"

Frostmourne plunged into Arthas's arms, wrapped his neck, and snuggled happily.

The sudden appearance of Frostmourne naturally attracted the attention of everyone present.

The spectators around the racecourse stopped their movements and stared blankly at the girl in blue dress and black hair who plunged into his prince's arms.

But Arthas didn't stop his steps. He clasped Frostmourne's petite body and walked quickly to the center of the racecourse, and then gently picked off the silver-leaf grass and scented incense that was hanging there. Wreath.

In Frostmourne's expectant gaze, Arthas put the fragrant wreath on Frostmourne's head.

"the host……"

Frostmourne stood up straight, and gently climbed the supporting cane in the wreath with her hands. At this moment, she felt very happy, as if she was about to melt.

"Satisfied?"

The expression on Arthas's face was a bit helpless, but more spoiled.

"Well! Xiaoshuang will be the first Queen of Lordaeron to wear a wreath from the tournament!"

Frostmourne said happily, with a smile on his face.

Arthas squeezed the cute face of Little Demon Sword helplessly, this naughty fellow, for this strange idea of ​​her, Arthas didn't know how hard it was.

Even the prince did not have any unique treatment in the tournament. Alsace had to start from the initial pre-selection challenge until the final duel with Taelan Fording.

"Hehe, master, don’t be so unhappy! Xiaoshuang did this for a reason! In this way, everyone in Lordaeron will know that Xiaoshuang is the master’s fiancé, those big/chest/breasts/small/ The woman on the chest should almost give up thinking about her master!"

Frostmourne smiled sweetly and said to Arthas.

"This is..."

Arthas looked around, and there was already a low voice around the racecourse.

There is no news that spreads faster than the royal lace news. I believe that it will not be long before the matter of handing this wreath to Frostmourne by myself will spread throughout Lordaeron.

I don’t know if there will be a good bard who wrote this contest as a poem and sang it...

Thinking of such a thing, Arthas couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

This is Xiaoshuang's fault, so I have to get it back from her!

Thinking like this, Arthas quietly stretched his head to Frostmourne's ear.

"Xiaoshuang, you are satisfied, but I... still have some dissatisfaction..."

Frostmourne was ecstatic about his little strategy, and suddenly heard the master say this in his ear.

"A place not satisfied?"

Frostmourne repeated Arthas' words in a low voice, while subconsciously looking at a certain part of Arthas's body.

"No...no, master, Xiaoshuang still..."

I don't know what I remembered, but Frostmourne, who has always been fearless and fearless, has a clear tremor in his voice at this time.

Arthas didn't care what Frostmourne said, he grabbed Frostmourne who wanted to run away, took her in his arms, and walked towards his own lounge on the south side of the racecourse.

Under the gaze of the audience, Arthas and Frostmourne passed through the fence of the horse farm and disappeared from their sight.

Knowing that today's game is over, the audience have chosen to leave.

Many people are speculating about the identity of the girl. Although they know that the relationship between her and His Royal Highness Prince Arthas is not simple, everyone wants to know which girl this beautiful girl is.

Of course, almost no one sees the look of Frostmourne clearly, but these people of Lordaeron stubbornly believe that if it is not for the stunningly beautiful girl, how can they be worthy of their best Prince Alsace?

Of course, not everyone is so open-minded. Many young girls who have come here to watch the contest of His Royal Highness Prince Alsace are all brooding about the scene that broke their hearts.

The girls naturally did not recognize this mysterious woman who had the opportunity to have close contact with His Royal Highness Prince Arthas. What's more, she would not hesitate to abandon the guidance of the Holy Light and curse Frostmourne in secret.

So jealousy is really a terrible thing, and women are a more terrible thing.

When jealousy meets a woman...

But now Frostmourne doesn't have any leisure and elegance to pay attention to those women who are jealous of themselves, "big/chest/breast or small/chest/part".

The closer you get to the lounge in Arthas, the more Frostmourne trembles.

"Master, we still don't want it, Xiaoshuang's still..."

Frostmourne leaned in Alsace's arms, said pitifully.(To be continued.)

Chapter 620 Frostmourne in the Lounge

"How about that, isn't this Xiaoshuang's job? You are my... fiancee!"

With a smirk on his face, Arthas opened the door of his lounge.

Carrying the almost limp Frostmourne into the lounge, Arthas closed the door with his backhand.