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

Confronted with Fu Qian's additional request, Wen Li was clearly puzzled.  


After all, as far as she knew, he should be able to change his appearance at will.  


To prevent Miss Wen from wasting more brainpower, Fu Qian directly waved his hand, fully exhibiting the demeanor of a reputable artist.  


The latter had no objections and quickly arranged for it.  


"Writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?"  


But a moment later, looking at the items that were brought in, Fu Qian himself was slightly startled.  


"Ah, is this not suitable... Should I have someone exchange them?"  


Wen Li, who was carefully spreading the paper for Fu Qian, hurriedly asked upon hearing this.  


"No need, it was my lack of clarity."  


Fu Qian conceded in self-reflection and took the items in hand.  


Using these to draw was indeed appropriate; observing Wen Li's skilled movements, truly a family steeped in culture.  


Chapter 884 Rotten Flesh (Part Five)