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

Jiang Yin'er felt somewhat embarrassed, "That's just a toy I made for myself, not part of any theatrical production, it's only something I like."


"Yes, new plays bring new appearances, but I've watched the Li River plays several times now, and it's been quite a while since I saw any new masks."


"Here you go." Pei Ye smiled as he presented a uniquely quaint pale-blue mask in front of the girl, its delicate patterns like scales, its cold blue reminiscent of an orchid in the mountain rain.


"..." Jiang Yin'er's eyes widened as she looked at him.


"Heh heh." Pei Ye scratched his head, "That... it's your New Year gift. Yesterday, I saw someone selling masks at the Le You Garden, and I thought you might like one, so I got a blank one to paint—You've definitely never seen this character before, it's from a Shaolong Xiangzhou script called 'The Tale of the White Snake,' it's quite a good play."


Chapter 145 New Year's Eve_2