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

A purebred Qilin Blood Steed, bearing two persons, could easily cover four hundred li in one two-hour period.


From Divine Capital Street of Shengjing, it only took two blinks to disappear.


The treasured steed breezed through several alleys in a few breaths, and instead of going anywhere secluded, it hurried south through several streets, then gracefully turned and entered a side gate.


"Carrying the two of us, this horse is indeed fast."


"No." Pei Ye dismounted, both shed their robes casually into an iron basin nearby, and Pei Ye handed the blood-stained sack to her. Xie Chuantang paused then took it, opening it and gazing silently for a while.


Pei Ye washed the blood off his face with ice water next to him, then dried off with a towel. The place was very quiet, winter cypress lush around them, high walls and large courtyards made it somewhat solemn.


Because this was the backyard of the Jingzhao Prefecture Government Office.


Chapter 140 Dawn