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

Fu Qian's description left everyone who heard it confused.


However, Miss Wen, blessed with a heart as delicate as an orchid, keenly noticed that his pants did indeed look like they had split from the inside.


Most importantly, they definitely couldn't be worn anymore.


"Shall I have someone send over a few sets of clothes?"


Fu Qian nodded slightly, without a hint of embarrassment.


Jokingly, he thought about the cost of a Demigod bodyguard—just deduct it from the salary!


Of course, even though Wen Li was full of curiosity, Fu Qian still did not elaborate on why he had swollen.


The word "Majesty" still felt a bit too embarrassing—it would really damage the image of the Grand Fate Ming King.


Wen Li's support abilities were indeed at their peak. In the time it took to finish a meal, someone had already delivered the clothes.


Although they weren't custom-made, each set was meticulously curated, clearly of substantial value.


Chapter 966 The Most Direct Test