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

After silently staring at Fu Qian for two seconds, Natalie greeted him with a graceful demeanor, as if meeting for the first time.


Her pale face showed no trace of makeup, her gaze slightly unfocused, embodying the look of someone abruptly awakened from rest.


The ferocious posture of the Spirit of Vengeance was now nowhere to be seen.


She clearly didn't want anyone to know about the late-night discussion earlier.


And it was safe to assume that, on her way here, this intellectual had pondered deeply over why she'd been invited, likely guessing at countless scenarios.


Yet she remained unable to figure it out.


Fu Qian certainly wasn't bored from a Long Night and whimsically decided to drag her into watching a family drama unfold.


His earlier "examination" of Jane, to be honest, had exceeded expectations.


Chapter 1267: Loss of Image (11)