Outside were many Mongolian yurts and camp tents, all the people wore ancient armor and helmets, it didn't seem like she had entered a film crew, Nan Feng suddenly had a thought: Could it be a time travel?
She subconsciously touched her own cheek but couldn't quite figure it out in a short while, it was still a small face with good skin.
"Excuse me, do you have a mirror?" Nan Feng asked a person in front of her, but no one could understand her words.
Latter, someone took Nan Feng to the largest camp tent, and when Nan Feng was pushed inside, she saw the person sitting in the middle.
His features should have been sharp and chiseled like a sculpture, yet a long scar made his appearance quite sinister, this person…
Big Boss Fu?
Yes, it was identical.
Nan Feng couldn't help but sneer and ask, "What exactly are you trying to do? Bring these people here to make fun of me?"
The Second Prince hadn't taken a close look at Nan Feng yet.
