North Liao

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go. 
Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass. 
Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons. 
On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes. 
A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past. 
Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Journey to the End of the Night

Wen Hanwei instinctively wanted to raise her hand to cover her cheek, but realized her balled-up little fist was tightly gripped by Baili An's icy palm.


He was very obedient, not letting the fresh blood spill everywhere, conscientiously curling his tongue to gather the blood that had overflowed his lips back inside.


But doing so inevitably meant touching the skin on her neck again.


Her Blood Energy was clearly not yet depleted, yet Wen Hanwei felt as if all her strength had been drained, unable to even clench her fists.


The palm resting on the back of her neck seemed to feel her body becoming gradually limp, unable to stand steadily on its own.


For the convenience of his "morning meal," that hand cleverly slid down her spine, finally firmly supporting her delicate waist and somewhat forcefully pulling her into his embrace.


Their chests were tightly pressed against each other, the lop-eared Afu Tu stuck motionlessly between gently rolling hills.


Chapter 160: This Little Corpse Demon is Too Powerful