Biquan Mountain, the ruins of the big tree at the headquarters of the Alien Control Bureau, the numerous array eyes...all kinds of female statues, whether wood carvings, clay sculptures, or stone carvings, have popped up like bamboo shoots after a night of spring breeze.
It seemed that she had to carefully wash away the dust and groom herself before she was willing to make her final appearance and show her trump card.
"I think I may be dazzled," Gu Yuexi, who has clairvoyant eyes, whispered, "but...the expressions of those figures seem to be changing."
The smile of the statue became more and more obvious. At first, it was a dignified smile, and she could pretend to be a goddess who could not eat the fireworks of the world. After being unearthed for a while, she couldn't help but reveal her true face - slightly tilted. The corners of his raised mouth bloomed like petals, the dignity was gone, and a ghostly and evil spirit crawled onto his face.
"Wait, I have another question," Ethan Xiao said, "When were these statues buried? Why are the materials not uniform? It's not that I have obsessive-compulsive disorder... I just want to know whether this is a personal behavior. , or organized?"
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