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

But at this moment, her gaze suddenly paused as she saw the shadows of a few robed figures approaching from outside the door. Before she could see clearly, her body instinctively tensed up, and a bad premonition surged in her mind. She withdrew her gaze and turned around to stride into the hall, intending to use the time of going to the back hall for tea to avoid the unwelcome visitors.


Entering the back hall, she took her time to pour herself a cup of tea, sipping the steaming liquid slowly until finished, then she poured another cup, and holding the teacup, walked back, stopping behind a screen, looking towards the front hall.


A young master, lazily leaning against a table, dressed in a precious blue silk robe with a floral brocade lining, his hair braided into small plaits, eyes as lovely as a woman's, in his hand a small, emerald rod upon which was coiled a gorgeously exquisite Red Snake, an air of both nobility and dissipation about him.


Chapter 169: Evil Eagle, Poisonous Snake_2