Grave Robbing************

At the age of one, Zhang Qixi climbed over the abacus knife and grabbed the blood-stained nine-claw hook of the tangerine peel. Qi Tiezui's face turned pale: "Chongtong appears in this world and is in charge of fierce soldiers... Lao Si, your daughter is going to overthrow the Nine Sects." When he was three years old, he was referring to bloody corpses, when he was five years old, he was painting ancient buildings, and when he was seven years old, he was talking about bronzes. Er Yuehong made an exception to teach her body posture, Gou Wuye let her pet the direct mastiff dog, and Xie Jiuye talked with her hand in hand until late at night. When Huo Xiangu cut her first cheongsam, she sighed: "This child is expected to pay the debt owed by Jiumen?" Until he was eighteen years old, Wu Xie opened the bronze door. The girl inside the door turned around, her eyes reflecting the thousand-year chess game: "My name is Zhang Qixi." "The beginning of restart, the dawn of dawn."