Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

I sat on its back, and it carried me into the sky, flying as high as the moon.

We will always be together so that it will never be lonely again.

I don't know either.

Freya's lips curved into a smile as she pondered the matter.

She turned over and looked out the window.

The moonlight shone in, casting a silvery-white glow on the ground.

The night sky outside the window was very clear, and the stars twinkled like countless tiny eyes.

Then--

She saw a dragon.

Just as I had imagined, a huge, deep red dragon was lying outside the window.

Its golden eyes were staring straight at—

The parents' room next door.

Freya: "???"

No.

In most fairy tales, at this point, shouldn't the dragon stare at me intently and then take me away?

Why are you going to watch Dad bullying Mom?

Chapter 65, Evil Dragon, Evil Dragon, Leave Quickly!

Great move!

The prince unleashed a move called "Dragon Turns Over," rising and falling with unstoppable force, driving the queen to beg for mercy repeatedly, her hairpins askew and her hair disheveled.

But the queen was the queen after all. She relaxed her guard for even a moment, and then, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, she used the "Guanyin Lotus" move to turn the tables, riding on his back and killing the prince mercilessly, leaving him with nothing but cries of agony.

Truly, a clash of masters, a perfect match, a meeting of equals. As the poem testifies:

The dragon leaps into the harbor, stirring up storms; the lotus leaves tumble upside down, rain pours down.

Amidst the fierce battle of clashing swords and iron horses, spring deepens beyond the Jade Gate Pass.

They fought three hundred rounds, back and forth, until dawn, and still refused to stop.

If you ask who won and who lost this battle, both will be lost in the warmth of the boudoir.

Cheng Cheng was so engrossed in watching that the tip of his tail unconsciously swayed back and forth.

Suddenly, he felt something poking the tip of his tail.

a bit.

Two times.

It's itchy.

He looked down and saw Freya had somehow climbed onto the windowsill. Her small body was wearing a white nightgown, her short pink hair was messy, and she was standing on tiptoe, reaching out her little hand to poke his tail hard: "What are you looking at!"

"I'm watching your recruitment animation." Cheng Cheng flicked his tail. "Stop messing around, it's really exciting."

Freya: "???"

The little princess was blown back two steps by the wind generated by the tail and almost fell off the windowsill.

But she wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she moved closer and sat on the edge of the balcony, her two cute little feet swinging back and forth as she opened her arms to Cheng Cheng.

"Evil dragon, evil dragon, didn't you come to take me away?"

Cheng Cheng lowered his head, his golden eyes looking at the little princess:

"It's very impolite to call a strange dragon an evil dragon."

Freya's eyes lit up instantly, as if someone had thrown a star into a lake of azure water, causing ripples to spread across the entire surface:

"You can talk?"

"meeting."

Freya was so excited she almost jumped off the windowsill. Her small body leaned forward, and she was about to fall when Cheng Cheng grabbed her head and pressed her back onto the windowsill.

The little princess was swayed by the pressure, but she didn't seem to care at all.

She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with expectation.

"You're here to arrest me, aren't you?"

"Correct."

Cheng Cheng sighed.

He thought that kidnapping the princess and making her leave with her happy family would be a very difficult thing—but he didn't expect Freya to be so proactive, leaving Cheng Cheng at a loss.

"Then let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Freya curled up the corners of her mouth, lowered her voice but couldn't hide the excitement in her tone: "While Daddy is still bullying Mommy!"

Cheng Cheng paused for a second: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Why be afraid?

Freya tilted her head, her eyes looking at him intently.

"Because your eyes look so gentle when you look at me—"

She suddenly stopped.

"Um, why are you staring at my feet?"

Under the moonlight, Freya's two little feet were intertwined, white and pink, which whetted Cheng Cheng's appetite after watching the Queen's Battle. He suddenly murmured:

"The little white foot was as white and translucent as snow, and the flesh on the instep was almost transparent, with a few fine veins faintly visible. The five toes were a pale pink, just like flower petals."

Freya paused for a moment: "Um... what are you reciting?"

"It's an inner demon, an inner demon that all dragons possess."

Freya: "..."

Cheng Cheng stretched out his claws and pointed at his back: "I'm coming to get you. Come on up yourself."

Freya took a step back: "Um... I suddenly don't want to go with you anymore."

"If you're willing, then it's not even an arrest, is it?" Cheng Cheng sneered.

It's like playing a game where you force repairs; if you're willing to do it, is it still considered a forced repair?

Ignoring the little princess's weak resistance, he grabbed her by the back of her collar, lifted her gently, and tossed her onto his back.

Freya let out a soft "Ah," instinctively hugging his neck, burying her small face in his soft, warm scales.

Her face was pressed against the scale, and she could feel something pulsating beneath it, like a heartbeat, or like flowing lava.

"What's your name?"

She asked in a low, muffled voice.

Cheng Cheng thought for a moment; "...Hakimi Mambo is a dragon."

“What a strange name.” Freya blinked. “My name is Freya.”

"I know."

"How did you know?"

"Because you're my mother," Cheng Cheng said seriously. "How could I forget my mother's name?"

"what?"

Freya's mind was a little foggy.

"Do you believe in reincarnation?" Cheng Cheng's voice drifted on the night breeze. "In our past life, we were as close as mother and son!"

"Yes, is that so..."

"Correct."

Freya was silent for a moment: "So, do I still want to be your mother now?"

"Correct."

Freya lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

“How strange,” she said, clinging to his back and clutching the fur with her little hands. “I’m still a child myself.”

"Do children and mothers clash? Don't they? That's the question." Cheng Cheng shook his head. "But only children seriously consider how to be a good mother; adults just call them perverts."

"abnormal."

Cheng Cheng: "???"

"Perverted dragon!" Freya chuckled as she climbed onto Cheng Cheng's back. "Perverted dragon! Perverted dragon!"

Cheng Cheng smiled.

He spread his wings.

In that instant, the enormous wing membrane unfurled under the moonlight, spanning over ten meters in width. The membrane was as thin as gauze, trembling slightly in the wind. Moonlight filtered through the membrane, casting a dark red shadow on the ground, like a giant, blooming flower.

He leaped from the windowsill and flew into the night sky.

Under the moonlight, a crimson dragon carried a little princess in a white nightgown as it flew across the night sky above Silvershine City.

Freya shouted excitedly, the wind blowing her hair wildly and the hem of her nightgown fluttering in the breeze. She grabbed Cheng Cheng's fur on his back, clinging to him, her face flushed red from the wind, her eyes shining like stars.

"So fast! So high! So amazing!"

She shouted loudly, but the wind carried her voice away.

Behind them, a piercing whistle cut through the night sky.

The entire palace was alarmed.

One by one, lights came on, like a string of stars lit on the ground. Silver knights rushed out of the barracks, some not yet fully armored, others carrying swords that hadn't been sheathed; gold mages soared into the air, the light from their staffs drawing arcs across the night sky.

"Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!"