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 watched him intently, his gaze sincere, while Shang Lang looked back at Pei Ye without moving.


Perhaps Shang Lang's expression was too silent, verging on numb, the youth somewhat embarrassedly snatched the sword back from his hand, "Oh, if you won't go then I will! What about the Emperor, he can't justify keeping our thirty silver taels! — Shang, rest assured! When you helped me out that day, how could I, Pei Ye, let you suffer today!"


His cheeks tinted slightly red. He, Mr. Pei, had always been upright and just, clear as the wind and bright as the moon. Misappropriating someone else's silver taels was truly disgraceful, even harder to accept than those rumors of visiting brothels.


He stood up, intending to ask Xu Chuo when he could accompany him to the palace.


"Hey, hey, hey... let it go, let it go!" Shang Lang hurriedly grasped his sleeve, "Pei, don't be impulsive, sit down... just sit."


Chapter 147: First 1