Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

The call was connected very quickly.

On the screen, Freya's face was very close, her hair was a little messy, her face was red, and her breath blurred the lens, as if she had just finished running.

"You went home?" Sylvia frowned. "Why didn't you send me a message? What were you doing?"

"I...I'm jogging..."

"Running on the bed?"

"Well, I just finished running and took a shower. I was about to go to bed when I texted you." Freya guiltily looked away. "Is there something you need?"

"How's it going? Did you get the spark of the gun? Where's Mr. Mambo?"

"Cheng..." Freya's voice trailed off, her eyes darting around for a moment before returning to their original position, "It's done, everything's done! Mr. Mambo has left too."

"Oh, that's good."

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly became alert: "Did something happen between you two?"

"What, what could possibly happen..." Freya's eyes began to dart away, looking from the ceiling to the floor, but refusing to look at the camera. "After killing the Gun Demon, we went into hiding."

"Yeah……"

"Well, that..." Freya hesitated.

"Well, you said."

Freya opened her mouth, her face turning even redder. Her lips moved a few times, as if she were organizing her thoughts, or perhaps trying to encourage herself.

She took a deep breath—

"Forget it."

The call has ended.

Sylvia held up her phone, staring at the notification on the screen, utterly bewildered.

What's wrong with this girl tonight? She looks like she's done something wrong.

She thought for a moment and sent Freya a message:

Did Cheng Cheng say anything to you?

A few seconds later, the reply came:

"I didn't say anything. I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight!"

Then the message was immediately retracted and replaced with a large question mark:

Who is Cheng Cheng?

A string of emojis followed, showing a pink kitten extending its paw to say goodnight.

Sylvia: "..."

Ha ha.

She got it.

She now knows Mr. Mambo's real name.

When was it? A few days ago when I wasn't around? Or today when I was with Cheng Cheng?

Ugh, that damned cat that steals fish!!!

It's only been a few days! One slip and they've turned the world upside down!!

She needs to know who came first!

Sylvia immediately stood up, rushed out of the room, and as she passed her father's office, she couldn't help but open the door and ask, "Father, what will be the sentence for the criminal who assassinated Queen candidate Liu Ruyan if he is caught?"

“The death penalty,” Vilette said.

"What if it's an assassination attempt on the princess?"

“That’s tantamount to treason, usually punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one’s family,” Vilette shook her head. “But the princess has been missing for quite some time now, why are you asking this?”

"It's nothing, I'm sorry, Father."

Sylvia closed the door and rushed outside, leaving Vilette alone, brooding over her desk.

"I'm sorry...to me?"

Sylvia is so well-behaved and kind, has she done anything to wrong me?

Farming

My family has leased ten acres of land in the suburbs to grow corn. It's going to rain tomorrow, so we have to finish sowing today...

I spend the whole day in the fields, and I'll probably get home very late, so I won't have much time to write.

So I'm taking a day off today, and I'll definitely make up for it with an extra update tomorrow.

Chapter 72, A Cultivation Maiden Appears Under the Hibiscus Tent

Freya put down her phone, her feelings complicated.

I spent too much time with Cheng Cheng in the trial and ended up forgetting about Sylvia!

Were you testing me just now?

Did she see the message I retracted? Probably not... What if she did see it?

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Sylvia seems to like... no, it's not really liking, it's more like gratitude for Cheng Cheng saving her a few times, plus a bit of hostage feelings.

She doesn't even know what Cheng Cheng looks like! How can she compare to me?

I've kissed and hugged him, and we've been through so much together. We like each other, we're a perfect match! This is the one, she's the real challenger!

So there's nothing to be afraid of; she should be the one afraid of me!

Yes, that's it!

Thinking this, Freya sprang out of bed, stepped barefoot onto the floor, walked to the door, and then cast three protective barriers in succession.

I breathed a sigh of relief after I finished and lay back down on the bed.

I am the victor... but so what?

She stared at the ceiling, where the crack stretched from the lamp base to the corner of the wall like a dried-up river.

Cheng Cheng and I are from completely different worlds; we can only communicate through his control...

Even if we win, we can't meet. What kind of game is this...?

Well……

She turned over and pulled the blanket over her head.

How can I go to Cheng Cheng's world? Is it possible if I become a god? Or can he come to my own world?

With a sliver of anticipation, Freya drifted off to sleep.

…………

boom!!!

The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered!

Debris flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air. Freya suddenly opened her eyes and sprang up from the bed.

Who is it!?

She instinctively raised her hand, and a wall of wind formed in front of her. The pale blue light deflected the flying glass shards, while her other hand was already in the starting position for an attack spell.

In the moonlight, a figure descended.

She had long, snow-white hair, was still wearing pajamas, and was carrying a bag in her right hand.

Sylvia.

"Sylvia! What are you doing!"

Freya felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

She subconsciously took half a step back, her bottom touching the headboard, and then stopped.

No, why would I be afraid of her?

Now the Demonic Flame of the Gun resides within me. During the Witch Trials, I endured countless battles and learned many forbidden techniques... Although my memories are fragmented, the feeling remains!

Besides, I am the victor, and she is just a loser. What is there to be afraid of?

Yes! Don't be afraid!

Thinking it over, she grabbed the blanket and huddled at the head of the bed, the defensive spell in her hand glowing even brighter:

"What are you doing?!"

Sylvia emerged from the smoke, tilted her head, and shook the bag in her hand: "I came to have a drink with you. I found the door wouldn't open, so I had to come in through the window."

drink wine?

Are you crazy? ? ?

Freya blinked, staring at the bag: "Is the wine poisoned?"

"What are you thinking?"

Sylvia shook her head with amusement, her boots crunching over the debris, leaving a few dusty footprints on the floor: "We finally defeated the Obsidian Bishop and obtained the Spear of Fire. Shouldn't we have a celebration party? It just so happens that Mr. Mambo is never home every night."

"That doesn't mean you have to come in through the window... You could knock on the door!"

Freya's voice was stuck in her throat.

Moonlight streamed in through the broken window, falling on Sylvia's face. Her pale red eyes shone unnaturally in the darkness. Although a smile lingered on her lips, it didn't reach her eyes.

Freya's fingers tightened, gripping the corner of the blanket.

How terrifying...

Fortunately, it seems Sylvia has maintained some semblance of dignity and doesn't intend to start a war immediately. Further questioning would only...

"Let's drink! I love drinking, haha!"

Freya threw off the covers, jumped off the bed, and stepped barefoot onto the floor: