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

Xu Chuo fell silent for a moment, bowed his head, and pushed him forward twice, "You go first."


Pei Ye turned around, took a few steps with a furrowed brow in the footprints, and behind him was the woman's voice, trying to sound calm.


"Rest assured," Xu Chuo paused and tensed for a moment before speaking lightly, "I won't cut you."


"...I know, I was just asking." Pei Ye's tone was flat, "By the way, after I enter the palace, will I be able to see the Emperor?"


"It depends on how you wander around; if you like to go to Zichen Hall, you should be able to see him at least once."


"The Emperor shouldn't owe anyone anything, should he?" Pei Ye tilted his head to confirm.


"That day he smashed my sword, and you said later that the teacup lid was for imperial use," Pei Ye said, "but several days have passed, and he hasn't said anything about compensating me."


"...You can go ask him for it yourself; don't ask me such foolish questions again."


Chapter 143 Year-End_2