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 set down his chopsticks, clasped a fist to his lips to lightly cough, and then earnestly lifted his chin, his eyes glowering down at Fang Geyu, "This young master speaks, why would I need to learn from others?"


That condescending manner, looking down on others as if superior, was truly perfected.


Fang Geyu was utterly amused and laughed heartily, "That's spot on, both the expression and tone are just like that. It makes me want to punch you."


So, Miss Fang, you're not entirely lacking in self-awareness.


You still know that this manner is asking for a beating, yet you don't restrain yourself, truly the caprice of the wealthy.


Just as he was about to drop the arrogant expression on his face, Fang Geyu across from him suddenly stopped laughing, her voice a bit muffled and drifting, "So… we'll just go with that…"


Baili An gave her a puzzled look, but saw her holding up a rather large Hu Bing.


Chapter 229: Bastard!