For a long time, the commander of the Northern Camp gathered his courage to take a step forward, tentatively touched the deformed shoulder of 'Yan Wang' and replied, "Your Majesty, this thing looks like..."

Li Feng: "What?"

Northern Camp Commander: "... It's a shoulder pad!"

During the conversation, 'Yan Wang' raised his head, his face was full of tears and snot, his nose and chin were divided into two routes, distorted to the left and right, and the handsome face was completely separated from itself. There was no 'Yan Wang', it was clearly a devil that came from who-knows-where!

The commander was shocked. He pulled the man's outer robe apart quickly and saw that his shoulders, his chest, and his back were stuffed with soft cushions that could be used to replace the real thing. There were at least five or six inches of inner cushions hidden in the boots under his feet. The false nose bridge, false chin, and human skin mask were pulled down. It was clearly a completely strange, short-statured, swallow-headed and rat-like man.

Li Feng had never witnessed such a drastic change in his life. He took a breath of cool air and said, "What are... Who are you?"

Shen Yi felt that for a moment, His Majesty almost wanted to shout "What kind of demon are you?"

The man opened his mouth, but could not speak. The tip of his tongue had been cut off.

Looking at 'Xu Ling' on the side, they could also find the seam of a human skin mask on his scalp by pushing his hair aside.

Lu Chang: "..."

Yang Rong Gui: "..."

These two men were the ones sent by Yang Rong Gui to keep watch on Yan Wang and Xu Ling. When did they get their tongues cut and become like this? What about the real Yan Wang? Could it be that all this time, the real Yan Wang and Xu Ling had been mixed up in his ranks, pretending to be servants!

Yang Rong Gui anxiously turned back to look for them. At the back, in the group of his followers who had been detained by the Northern Camp, two people were missing.

He had no idea when they had gone missing!

For a while, even Fang Qin did not know what to say. Master Fang, with his head full of schemes, could not help but suspect that perhaps Yang Rong Gui had truly separated with Lu Chang's party?

Li Feng could not bear to look at it any longer. As he lifted his legs to walk forward, he found that they had gone numb without him knowing. If it was not for Gu Yun beside him, the Emperor would have lost all his dignified image in front of the people and fallen onto the ground like a dog gnawing at mud.

"Your Majesty," Gu Yun whispered beside him, "Allow me to carry you down on my back."