Parrot Bites Tongue

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters.
Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia?
The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms...
Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening.
Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

The Lord who use immortals as food

Qi Zhaohua took the bag and opened it, saying in a routine manner, "You've worked hard."


Fang Jidao, with the constitution of a scholar, devoid of any martial arts skill, was drenched in sweat at this time, gasping and saying, "No... I'm not... not tired..."


Qi Zhaohua pulled out several Lake Deeds and examined them, nodding her head, "They are correct. All right, thank you, you can go back."


But Fang Jidao took a step forward, "Hermit..."


"..." Fang Jidao unusually did not immediately comply, hesitating as he said, "I... I'm afraid for you... if anything happens, I could..."


"What could you do?" Qi Zhaohua raised an eyebrow at him, on the verge of laughter, "Can you protect me?"


Fang Jidao flushed, hung his head in embarrassment and nodded slightly after gathering his resolution.


Chapter 110 Trade_2