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

Li Xizhou carefully dried her hands, not missing a single tiny trace of moisture.


For many years, this palace had never housed another person. The woman stood quietly in front of the mirror for a while, then raised her hand to remove her golden mask with a crisp "ding" and tossed it onto the table. She grabbed the wine bottle beside her and tilted her head back, swallowing large gulps like flowing water, until the bottle was completely empty.


She gasped lightly, raised her sleeve to wipe the traces of wine from her lips, feeling a burning sensation in her belly. She entered the sleeping chamber, bypassing it, and walked directly into deeper areas. There were no fires or candles in the corridors or halls, but she was extremely familiar with this route. Within a moment, several points of warm orange light appeared ahead, like the sunset after dusk rising again in the night.


Chapter 157 Zhu Jing's Night Rest (Part 2)