Zhang Zian subconsciously straightened his back, because he thought that Cleopatra the seventh had been pinned down. But when he took a closer look, he was no longer in the palace of ancient Egypt.
This ... Isn't this the Forbidden City?
It was the first time he had seen Vladimir in the Forbidden City. Besides, the architectural style of the Forbidden City was too obvious. Whether it was the palace or the square, they were all big.
The sudden change from an ancient Egypt style to an ancient China Style was just too big of a gap.
He was currently standing at the entrance of Taihe Palace. Compared to the palace, he was as small as an ant.
"I ... Where am I?"
A woman's voice suddenly sounded from the side.
He turned his head and looked, speechless.
Cleopatra the seventh was standing behind him, even more confused than he was.
