Cliché

Leibniz suddenly pointed ahead to the very statue that towered over the sacrificial hall.

"Huh?" Phoebe Marshall exclaimed at her question, looking back at her with a shocked expression, then said, "You're kidding me, don't tell me you've lost your memory, it's so cliché."

She stared at herself in her phone and couldn't help but be confused... Strange, I seem to have come back from another world, but what was in that world? Why is it a blur and I can't recall it?

Phoebe Marshall's image suddenly changed, she was taller, her face became fairer and more beautiful, her features gradually became more three-dimensional, her dark hair became waist-length, and her azure eyes gazed at Jang Min Ah in front of her.

Below is a huge ritual hall, in which a large female statue stands, seven or eight meters high, with its circumference made of brass and its outer layer gilded. Her face was downcast and her face was solemn. The circumference was covered with robe

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