Yongle is a ghost! Now I want to whip God! Damn it, what the hell did it do to arrange for such a guy from ancient times to come to my house!
I lay on the mirror, beating the ground and banging my head, wishing I could knock Sima Yang back into the mirror.
Suddenly, a white light flashed in my mind, and I thought of the possibility that the faint white light just now could allow Sima Yang to travel back through the floor-to-ceiling mirror?
Thinking of this, I suddenly became energetic. I flipped up from the ground like a carp, used all my strength to push Sima Yang and pushed it towards the smooth mirror surface.
Hum hum hum hum I push! I push! I push push push! [
Thirty minutes and forty seconds later, the smooth and shiny floor-to-ceiling mirror was still shining brightly on everything in the room. I finally gave up this stupid behavior in despair.
Woohoo... this method of stuffing Sima Yang back from the mirror is completely unworkable!
Could it be said that Sima Yang was left in the modern age forever like this? God, if there is a tall and powerful ancient man left in the family, how can he explain to his parents and how can he live in the future?