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

Baili An didn't look back, just sucked on the rabbit energetically.


The little corpse demon looked intoxicated.


The little rabbit also had an intoxicated expression.


In the eyes of both the corpse and the rabbit, there seemed to be little stars twinkling.


Baili An spoke with a muffled voice, "Mmm, I've memorized and learned those two Breathing and Exhaling Techniques Wen Sister sent. Even though I lack a sense of smell, I can still feign breathing."


Fang Geyu was slightly shocked inside, thinking that those were the Breathing and Exhaling Techniques personally modified by Taixuan, difficult for ordinary people to understand.


He had been coughing and panting all the way, yet he had fully comprehended those two techniques?


Utterly incredulous, she let out two cold laughs, glancing at the white rabbit with its paws limply hanging down between Baili An's arms, and curled her lip.


"Faking breathing, yet you can't do it for real. You really think you can exhale a flower?"


Chapter 188: Guess Whose Man He Is