Dressed as Liu Adou who can't help him? I, Shen Yan, laughed so hard.
The beginning is a desperate situation, Zhuge Liang's seven-star lantern failed to survive, and the five-foot-long original autumn wind screamed sadly. The countdown to the Shu Han's fall is coming, and everyone is waiting to see the joke. But I have a dead soul camp in my pocket - summoning those warriors from the Three Kingdoms who have long since died in battle. They are more loyal than living people, and more fierce than evil ghosts who are not afraid of death.
"My lord, Zhao Yun, see you, my lord!" The white horse and silver spear reappeared, and they penetrated Cao's camp from Changban slope. I will end the regret of Jiang Wei's nine expeditions to the Central Plains; I will wash away the shame of Guan Yu's defeat in Maicheng. "Send the order! Let these traitors have a taste of despair - countdown, in three months, I will stand at the top of Luoyang City and drink!"
