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

As the saying goes, sincerity can split even stone and metal.


Fu Qian's meticulously prepared invitation finally received a response.


On this moonlit night, at the pinnacle of the villa, the target who appeared exuded a refined elegance in every gesture, like a mastermind behind the scenes.


A considerably young face, a tall and upright figure, an ashen complexion, and deep eyes that flashed crimson when they glanced about— all of this bore over ninety percent resemblance to the style of the Gulad Family, an old acquaintance.


If that weren't enough, at this moment, a pair of wide bat wings were flapping and folding behind this figure.


Although the most eye-catching thing was the blood-colored pattern formed by threads of designs on the wings, without the special effects, one could find that the styling was nearly identical as well.


Chapter 1282: Loss of Image (26)