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

At that instant, the moonlight in front of his eyes was pale as frost.


A familiar feeling came and instantly enveloped the surroundings.


When Fu Qian looked again, the eyeball under the windowsill had disappeared.


Selana still stood beside him, and since he seemed fine, she spoke briskly.


Fu Qian sized her up, truly fitting as a host in this arena—Selana looked even better now.


Even two familiar wing membranes stretched out from her back, paired with a pair of bright red eyes, exuding an imposing yet sinister aura.


A bit annoyed by Fu Qian's gaze admiring the extraordinary creation, Selana took a deep breath and took out a shiny pocket watch from her body and glanced at it.


An extraordinary item...she really was well prepared.


"Because it will be daylight after ten hours?"


Feeling the moment, Fu Qian casually asked.


"Would I use something that becomes ineffective so easily to set a trap for you?"


Chapter 912: Seniority