Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

"So, bookstore owner, are you interested in joining me for some demon-hunting?"


Inside the sealed area, Yuan Shan wore a smile as she stared at Fu Qian.


Fu Qian hadn't even finished asking when Yuan Shan directly responded.


"You think I would let you out of my sight while I'm away from the base?"


The previous conversation had only served to lower Yuan Shan's guard a bit.


It was essentially going from "my old lady wants to slap you to death" to "I'll spare your life to see how things go."


After all, I am someone with a history of barging into the Night Watchmen Base. At such a sensitive time, how could Yuan Shan possibly let me out of her control!


If the base lacked a Demigod to oversee it, and I really had malicious intentions, it could still likely cause chaos.


Chapter 120 Hunter's Thirst for Blood (20)_1