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

Her body was taut as iron when a small paw gently touched her wrist, sending a mysterious and inexplicable current into her body, instantly quelling the noise within, leaving her feeling as silent as the air itself.


The door creaked open, and a faint moonlight flowed in. The newcomer did not carry a candle, and their elongated shadow nearly reached the front of Li Piaoqing's feet.


As he slowly walked inward, the girl noticed that the little cat beside her tensed up as well.


The ledgers in the room were sorted by year. She had reached those from thirty years ago, which were tucked away in the far depths of the room, yet this person continued to walk deeper into the room, and it was unclear which year's records he sought.


Footsteps grew nearer, step by step. They were now separated by just two shelves, and Li Piaoqing could vaguely make out his silhouette in the corner of her eye.


Chapter 177: Night Exploration_3