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

"Evacuate immediately, the art gallery is temporarily closed!"


As Fu Qian appreciated the artworks, a voice had already come from below.


Compared with the bewildered visitors, this voice sounded much calmer, obviously that of a professional.


That was quick, is this place built next to a police station?


Without looking, Fu Qian knew that the people arriving were not with the art gallery security.


Although such a response might be a bit too fast, it only took a few minutes.


Fu Qian still did not move, continuing to enjoy the art all by himself, and quickly concluded—this was undoubtedly his authentic work.


Not to mention, there was also that hint of a familiar feeling serving as proof that helped pinpoint his location.


Compared to when he left, the painting had aged slightly.


According to the Witch, the artwork was created around seven years ago.


This kind of change is not too surprising, let alone significant.


Chapter 1229: The Length of a Dream