Lu Bu, tall and tall in silver armor, held an unparalleled halberd in his hand, with a cold and arrogant look on his face. He subconsciously stood sideways in front of everyone, protecting the beauties behind him.
The three overlords, the black-robed and graceful Cao Cao, the gentle and benevolent Liu Bei, and the calm and reserved Sun Quan, stood side by side, their brows furrowed and their faces solemn.
Zhuge Liang, wearing a white feather fan, quietly deduced the secret of heaven, but there was chaos in the dark, and he couldn't figure out the way forward at all. He only knew that he was involved in a strange and unknown place.
Zhao Yun's silver spear stood quietly, his temperament was cold and pure; Zhang Fei's temper was fiery, and his whole body was full of violence; Ma Chao, Dian Wei, Xu Chu and other fierce generals all held their weapons tightly and were always on guard.
The big and small Qiao are gentle and demure, Diao Chan is peerless in elegance, Zhen Ji is cold and elegant, and Cai Wenji holds the guqin in her arms, looking confused and helpless.
