Chapter 925 The Puppet

In the secret passage of the illusionary realm. Bradley and Freya cuddled like this for a while, until it became difficult to breathe, before letting go of each other. Freya's breath was slightly uneven as she softly asked, "Did you notice that the figure just now seemed familiar?" Although it was just a fleeting glance, upon careful recollection, she felt that the gaze was somewhat familiar. Over the years, she had made quite a few enemies, but there were not many who left a deep impression on her memory. Yet this figure made her feel familiar. Bradley raised his hand and gently touched her hair, his voice low as he asked, "Who do you suspect it to be?" He had faced the figure directly, and even though their appearance was destroyed, those eyes made a lasting impression on him. Of course, until the identity of the figure was truly revealed, Everyone was just his speculation. The reason I asked Freya is mainly to hear her thoughts and see if they align with mine. Freya pondere