My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Ma Long shook his head and said perfunctorily.

"I think Malone should be a little shy in front of you Tiffany because he didn't wear a shirt!"

Varian Wrynn changed his cowardly state in front of Anduin Lothar, walked to Malone and Tiffany's side, and said with a relaxed smile-the recovery of his best friend, how much he has forgotten. Some painful loss of loved ones.

"is it?"

Tiffany looked at Malone's naked upper body, and suddenly covered her mouth and laughed. She even bent over with a rather dignified smile.

"Don't laugh... I... I just didn't find the right clothes. The previous clothes were torn to pieces during the healing!"

Ma Long became more and more embarrassed. He raised his hand awkwardly, but he didn't know what he had to cover, so he hung his hand stiffly around his waist, angrily at Tiffany and Varian who was also laughing at him? Wrynn said.

"Go to my cabin! I should have Ma Long's clothes for you!"

Varian Wrynn said to Malone while holding back his smile.

"Yes, let's go!"

Tiffany rubbed her aching belly with a smile and said loudly to Malone.

"But I..."

Malone hesitated a bit-he wanted to be quiet and think about his future plans, rather than mess around with Varian Wrynn and the fiancee of the prince.

"Go!"

Tiffany grabbed one of Malone's arm impatiently, and slung it like this, pulling him half-dragging, and walking towards the other side of the deck.

"Ma Long, Tiffany! Wait for me!"

Varian Wrynn yelled when he saw this, then speeded up his pace and ran after him.

Malone had to adjust his pace to match Tiffany's weird posture when he was pulling him; he looked at the cheerful girl beside him suspiciously, and then turned to look at Varian Wrynn who was catching up. , Confused-these two talents should be a pair, right?What is it?(To be continued.)

Extraordinary (7)

In the Shanghai Major Championships, the Chinese team had the worst record in history. All five teams were eliminated in two days... Don't say the code word, I can't put a fart now, the country is in crisis...

In this way, Malone was dragged by Tiffany all the way to Varian Wrynn's cabin in a twisted posture.

"Quick, come in! There is a surprise for you, Ma Long!"

Tiffany hadn't released Malone's arm until now, she smiled briskly, and then got into the cabin in front of her like a cat.

"Go, Malone! Don't stand here stupidly!"

Varian Wrynn seemed to be excited too. He patted Malone on the shoulder to remind his best friends, then bypassed Malone and walked into his cabin.

Malone touched his naked/naked arms-in his impression, Varian? and Tiffany were the future king and queen of Stormwind, no doubt they should be a couple, but... Tiffany Are you too enthusiastic about yourself?

——You know, along the way just now, Ma Long’s naked/bare arms have been in close contact with Tiffany’s carcass wrapped in a light pink dress, and her elastic breasts/peaks are in close contact The smooth and ambiguous touch on Malone's forearm made him unforgettable until now.

"Come in, Malone!"

Varian Wrynn poked his head out of the cabin and urged Malone to say.

"Okay, I get it now."

Ma Long recovered from some charming thoughts, nodded, and walked into Varian Wrynn's cabin.

"Here! This dress suits you!"

Tiffany and Varian Wrynn didn't seem to be idle after entering the cabin, and Malone saw some clothes spread out on the wooden bed in the cabin.

Tiffany seemed to be making a choice for Malone among these clothes. As soon as Malone entered the cabin, she threw a silk shirt to Malone.

Malone hurriedly spread out his clothes and put them on his body three times in half-Tiffany didn't care about his shirtlessness, but Malone was a little embarrassed.

"how do you feel?"

Tiffany asked eagerly.

"It's okay...it's a bit tight."

Ma Long answered honestly-under the training of Anduin Lothar, although the original owner of this body is not a muscular man, his chest and arms are all drums/drums/ups/ups, this The shirt was obviously not fitting, because Ma Long lowered his head and he could clearly see his eight-pack abs-the shirt turned into a tights.

"No way...I didn't bring any clothes. These were all sent by merchants and ministers."

Varian Wrynn said on the side.

"Just wear some... By the way, Varian, what surprise you just said?"

Ma Long asked Varian Wrynn while pulling his clothes to make it looser.

"It's not what I said...that's Tiffany's surprise for you."

Varian Wrynn shook his head and said-although he denied it, judging from the smile on his face, it was obvious that he knew what the so-called "surprise" was.

Ma Long heard this and looked at Tiffany sitting on the wooden bed. The latter smiled triumphantly, with a rare sly expression on his face, like a little fox.

"what exactly is it?"

Ma Long couldn't help his curiosity.

"Prince Varian, show it to him!"

Tiffany suffocated Malone's appetite, and then said to Varian Wrynn as if letting him go.

"Hi, Malone, look at this!"

Varian Wrynn listened to Tiffany’s words and walked to the shelf on the ship’s bulkhead, rummaged for a long time, then turned around and conjured a small glass bottle with a cork, right. Malone shook.

"what is this?"

Ma Long asked questioningly—the emerald green glass was not pure. Ma Long couldn't tell the color of the liquid in the glass bottle, and naturally he didn't know what it was.

"It's boring to talk to you, I don't know how to guess..."

Varian Wrynn complained, then carefully pulled out the cork and handed the glass bottle in his hand to Malone.

"wine?"

As soon as he took the glass bottle, Malone smelled a strong fragrance; there was a bit of sweetness in the fragrance, and he couldn't help but blurt it out.

"Count you smart!"

Tiffany didn’t know when she walked to Malone’s side, split her hand and snatched the small glass bottle from him, gently brought the mouth of the bottle to the front, sniffed the wine in the bottle deeply, and was intoxicated. The ground closed his eyes.