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

There's a beauty to DNA deterioration, calling it pollution seems quite fitting.


As Amila explained, Fu Qian scrutinized the tangled mass, clicking his tongue in admiration.


The scene was quite striking, even Lei and Reginald looked rather grim.


Of course, he knew what was on this person's mind; otherwise, how could he operate so professionally, ensuring not a single harm?


"Understood, so why haven't you acted yet? Are you waiting for him to wake up?"


He wiped the knife in his hand before putting it away, indicating he had understood, then asked with a smirk.


As an activist who had been contributing to the team all along, it seemed he had the standing to ask such a question now.


However, both Amila and Reginald reacted quite uniformly, looking up and down at Fu Qian, especially his freshly cleaned hands, saying nothing for the moment.


After sizing him up for nearly ten seconds, Amila finally spoke first.


Chapter 1248: Subjective Initiative