Tomb Raiding: I Am the Leader of the Nine Gates

It looks great. There is currently no heroine, but I just ask that there be no heroine. If there is one, please let the author tell me, and I will voluntarily resign [top post]

80 Years later, I was lying on the hospital bed, and my grandson next to me was using an iPhone 1 (0086 Promax was reading the novel. Suddenly, he handed me a piece of paper with excited eyes and shouted loudly: Grandpa, grandpa, come and see, what is written on it? I am probably sick. My heavy eyelids lifted up, revealing my dull eyes. I was trembling. I took the note with my hand. When I saw the words on the note, my whole body suddenly stood up, and my pupils suddenly enlarged several times. The white sheets under me were already wet with excited sweat and moved tears. I saw that the note clearly said: Grandpa, the novel you are following has been updated!

There is no female protagonist after reading it so far. The male protagonist is career-oriented, decisive in killing, and does not follow the original plot. I hope the author will continue to work hard.

It's beautiful, exciting, and tense. The tomb-robbing novel you wrote is almost a fantasy.

The logical thinking is reasonable, the plot is clear, the characters are vivid, the words are concise and comprehensive, the word count is not enough, and the plot is compact, which makes people have the urge to read it to the end and can't stop. It seems to be a good book of extremely high quality. I wonder if the author can publish an outline or solicit everyone's participation in the subsequent plot or plot.

The protagonist is decisive in killing and has a powerful golden finger.

Yes, yes. Come on, keep updating. You can have a harem, but no gays.

I dared to finish reading the current chapter directly, Chapter 76. Although I have the innate true energy and soul refining method, is the protagonist considered to have entered the first level of Qi training or the first level? What is clear is that An Jin is present.

After reading these chapters, I looked solemn, lowered my head deeply, and silently turned off my phone. He stood up, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of 1982 collector's edition Nongfu Spring, held it tightly in his hand, and walked slowly to the window. The scenery outside the window is a bit dim, just like my mood, heavy and heavy. It started to rain gradually in the gray sky outside. Why was my vision blurred? I don't know whether it was because I was crying or because it was raining heavily. It might be both! My mood became even more melancholy, and I could no longer suppress my inner emotions. I opened the window and shouted out the window: Who am I looking down on in these few chapters?

Not bad, look at it. If Hua Ling wants to accept it, she should do it early.