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

"This is... there's contamination inside, it's even penetrated the door."


Lady Qing's gaze flickered uncontrollably in the face of the anomaly in Fu Qian's hand.


It must be said, this was a very normal understanding.


From what the others saw and then did, all briskly moving away from the door, it was clear what "great minds think alike" meant.


However, Fu Qian didn't respond, instead, he turned his head to look at the small window at the end of the corridor.


Unconsciously, within the deeper blue than that of the room, a faint purple had tinted the view.


Fu Qian was certain it wasn't a trick of his eyes, because the faint purple was deepening, even beginning to turn vivid red.


His movement undoubtedly drew the attention of the others, and the change in colors was quickly noticed.


Unfortunately, the response to Lady Star's question was an angry curse from the death row inmate.


Chapter 936 Prism (9)