I looked up at the sunflower-shaped wall clock hanging on the wall and it was already eleven fifty-eight!
I endured the severe pain from my butt, fumbled for a comb from the bedside table, rushed to stand in front of the mirror, and then waved to Sima Yang, motioning for him to come over: "Hurry, hurry up, put on your clothes, come back
The time to commemorate the Yuan Dynasty is coming soon!"
Although he was reluctant, Sima Yang still walked to me carrying shopping bags.
"Dang! Dang! Dang..." When the twelve o'clock clock struck, I held the comb and scraped my hair hard several times. As expected, the floor-length mirror emitted a strong white light, engulfing me and me.
Sima Yang is surrounded by everyone!
"Goodbye, no, it should be never see you again..." [
Before I could say the word "face", Sima Yang took my hand and plunged into the ancient mirror!
Looking at the antique room that was not unfamiliar to my eyes, the expression on my face froze into a thousand-year-old iceberg, and I felt like countless crows were flying over my head, leaving behind a string of ellipses.
Damn it, Sima Yang, why did he drag me in when he had nothing to do? Now he has to think about how to go back... Wuwu...
Just as he was about to rush up and kick him violently, there was a rush of footsteps outside the corridor.
"Bang"
The closed door with carved patterns was kicked open, and a young man stood proudly at the door. Due to the light behind him, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he only felt vaguely familiar. Behind him, a large group of people followed.
There are a bunch of guards who are fully armed, with bows and arrows drawn, and ready to go.