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

Whenever Qilin Blood was suppressed deeply, she could touch that dream again amidst the painful haze.


Perhaps forgetting was the way to find you.


The hall was as dark and cold as ever; when she woke up, the large room was empty, the ceiling black and high, a chill spreading from the deepest parts of her body, every part of her belly cold, and she was frozen to the point of pain.


The palace maid elder sister told her that she was already four years old and shouldn't keep waking people up with her crying at night. She didn't cry anymore; she turned her head, bit the blanket, and shivered, then curled up and hugged her icy feet.


She didn't know how long this period lasted, but the intense cold eventually turned into scalding heat, causing her to stretch her body straight, rolling back and forth on the bed, unable to curl up anymore. After repeating this three times, she could vaguely see things in the hall.


Chapter 157 Zhu Jing's Night Rest (Part 3)