The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

I don't know how much time has passed.

Xu Miaoyun finally snapped out of her vain state.

She smiled a little shyly and patted her cheeks.

"Honestly, she's such a grown woman, yet she acts like a little girl, taking forever to look in the mirror!"

Xu Miaoyun shook her head and turned to pick up the gold ingots on the ground for Zhu Ming.

It doesn't look right to have so much money piled up on the ground.

Xu Miaoyun squatted down and picked up the gold ingots one by one, stacking them neatly to the side.

She didn't notice—

In the mirror behind her, "Xu Miaoyun" also turned around, squatted on the ground, reached out her hand, and picked up the gold ingots in the mirror one by one.

Their movements were exactly the same, without the slightest difference.

It's as if there really is another world in the mirror, another Xu Miaoyun, doing the same thing.

Xu Miaoyun squatted on the ground, intently picking up the gold ingots scattered on the ground, humming an unknown tune, clearly in a good mood.

And she was completely unaware—

The Xu Miaoyun in the mirror had stopped what she was doing.

She slowly turned her head, her eyes, filled with greed and cunning, fixed on Xu Miaoyun outside the mirror.

Then, a cold smile slowly crept onto her lips.

That smile was extremely eerie, sending chills down one's spine and raising goosebumps all over.

Immediately afterwards, she stretched out her hands and pressed them against the mirror.

Then, little by little, the whole person emerged from the mirror.

It's like they came out of the water.

Ripples spread across the mirror's surface.

The next second, Xu Miaoyun, with a cold expression, finally emerged from the mirror.

The first thing she did after coming out was to reach out her hands and approach Xu Miaoyun, who was squatting on the ground, step by step.

One step, two steps, three steps...

As she drew closer to Xu Miaoyun, the smile on her face grew increasingly sinister.

However, Xu Miaoyun in reality remained completely unaware.

She had just finished picking up the last gold ingot, dusted off her hands, and was about to stand up, muttering to herself.

"So many gold ingots, I wonder where Your Highness got them from..."

At this critical moment.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open.

Zhu Ming walked in, pulling up his pants as he did so.

"Is Huang Zi'an out of his mind? This prince is peeing, and he's watching right there..."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a scene that left him speechless.

There are two Sister Miaoyun in the room!

One of them had his back to him and was about to stand up.

There was another one, sneakily reaching out his hands and already behind the one in front, about to grab her by the neck.

Zhu Ming: "???"

What's going on?

How can there be two Sister Miaoyun?

Zhu Ming's mind went completely blank.

But then, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

He suddenly remembered.

This replica mirror has another drawback!

It was mentioned in the otherworldly memories I read back then.

This replication mirror can also be used to replicate people.

However, the people it replicates have self-awareness.

Moreover, they want to replace people in reality.

How to replace it? Either kill the original body, or throw the original body into the mirror.

Holy crap!!!

Zhu Ming's eyes instantly reddened.

Without thinking, he roared at Xu Miaoyun.

"Sister Miaoyun, lie down!"

Xu Miaoyun was about to stand up when she suddenly heard Zhu Ming's roar behind her, which startled her.

She instinctively turned her head to see what had happened.

As a result, when he turned his head...

She froze instantly.

Because she saw that there was another "herself" standing behind her!

The same face, the same clothes, the same hairstyle.

The only difference was that the "self" had a cold and eerie smile on its face.

Moreover, the hands of that "self" were reaching towards her neck!

My fingertips were almost touching her skin!

Xu Miaoyun: "!!!"

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her blood seemed to freeze in that instant.

"You...you..."

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Terrified out of her wits, she couldn't move, and could only watch helplessly as the hands drew closer and closer...

And on the other side,

After giving his warning, Zhu Ming leaped into the air, shooting towards the wicked "Xu Miaoyun" like an arrow released from a bow.

In mid-air, he suddenly raised his right leg and unleashed a move—

Leo's Flying Kick!!!

This kick contained all his strength, accompanied by a whistling sound, and was fiercely kicked towards that bad "Xu Miaoyun".

Just as the wicked "Xu Miaoyun" was about to make her move, she suddenly heard a roar behind her and instinctively turned around.

When she saw Zhu Ming kick her, her face changed drastically, and she hurriedly tried to explain, "Your Highness, please let me explain, I am the one who really..."

But he hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang!!!"

Zhu Ming's kick sent the "bad Xu Miaoyun" sprawling in two, spitting out her saliva.

When Xu Miaoyun saw this scene in real life, she couldn't help but wear a look of horror and pain.

Although this kick wasn't delivered to her.

But that person looks exactly like her.

Same face, same clothes, same figure.

Watching her other self get kicked in half by Zhu Ming gave Xu Miaoyun a strange sense of empathy.

It was as if that kick had landed on her own body.

"Ouch—, that hurts!"

There was clearly nothing wrong.

But she also felt a dull pain in her chest.

As for the wicked Xu Miaoyun, she was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"boom--"

Her back happened to hit the mirror.

A violent ripple spread across the mirror's surface.

Then, the wicked Xu Miaoyun was as if she had been swallowed by a mirror; she was sucked into the mirror in a flash.

The mirror returned to its calm state, as if nothing had happened.

In the room, only Zhu Ming remained in the flying kick posture, standing on one leg with the other leg still stretched out in mid-air.

And Xu Miaoyun, who was slumped on the ground, looking utterly terrified.

I don't know how much time passed—

Zhu Ming withdrew his foot and landed steadily on the ground.

He glanced at the now-calm replica mirror and patted his chest with lingering fear.

"Oh my god..."

"That was really close."

"If we had arrived a moment later, Sister Miaoyun would have..."

He dared not think any further.

No, this mirror is too dangerous; we can't just leave it here.

If something else is copied later, that would be a huge problem.

Thinking of this, Zhu Ming quickly looked around and pulled out a piece of black cloth from a corner.

He rushed to the mirror in three quick steps, then covered the entire mirror with a black cloth, making it completely dark so that not a single ray of light could penetrate.

"call……"

After doing all this, Zhu Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But he still felt uneasy.

Having this thing in the room is always a potential hazard.

What if the black cloth falls off one day?

What if someone gets curious and lifts it up to take a look?

No, I have to put it away.

Zhu Ming nodded.

Then, he reached out with both hands, grabbed the frame of the replica mirror, and lifted it upwards with force.

Then--

He just stuffed it into his pocket.

That's right, it's a pocket.

He stuffed a floor-length mirror, which was one meter wide and nearly two meters high, into a pocket about ten centimeters in size.

Don't ask how it got in there.

So you've never watched Doraemon?

He stuffed it in exactly the same way Doraemon did!

Zhu Ming patted his pocket to make sure the mirror was properly inside before he could finally relax.

"Okay, all done."