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

Pei Ye returned to the Martial Arts Hall, dusk had already begun to settle. Yang Yan was still sitting in the small courtyard, reading "Snow Collapse" under the evening light, his eyebrows knotted in smothered vexation.


"See for yourself, what you can learn." Pei Ye walked over with a smile, reached out to grab the Sword Scriptures in his hands, "Give it to me."


Yang Yan sidestepped and gave him a cold look.


"I can read it myself." Yang Yan turned away, "To avoid bothering you."


"... Get lost." Pei Ye rolled his eyes in annoyance, and grabbed the book forcefully. "Will you let go? I can only read this tonight, won't have time tomorrow."


"..." Yang Yan glared at him and let go of the book reluctantly.


Pei Ye chuckled, turned the book towards himself, and headed inside the house.


"Where are you going again?" Yang Yan glared.


"Going inside to read by myself, so you don't bother me.""


Chapter 163: Into the Bag_1