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

The voice was gentle, unhurried, perfectly embodying the style of Reginald and his ilk within the Sect.


However, when it reached Mr. Winslow's ears, it caused him to once again feel as if he had short-circuited.


Fortunately, having been through a similar experience once before, this time he regained his composure in less than half the time.


His first instinct was to turn back and glance toward his daughter's bedroom.


Noticing that his wife and the doctor had already stepped out and were now standing behind him, even closing the door behind them as if on cue, he sighed in mild relief.


There was no room for wishful thinking—this was undeniably an arrival with ill intent.


Chances were high that everyone in the house currently understood whom the opposing party was targeting.


In such circumstances, maintaining a demeanor of utmost composure was clearly the best approach.


It seemed even the doctor ought not to hide—for now, he truly wasn't attempting to do so?


Chapter 1272: Loss of Image (16)