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 thought to himself that sucking on a young girl's finger might be a bit too frivolous.


But then again, he considered that biting her neck would be even more frivolous and intimate.


He cleared his throat and made himself look very serious and well-behaved as he said softly, "But my teeth are very sharp, and I could bite through your finger."


However, the trace of saliva left at the corner of his lips betrayed his inner hunger.


Seeing him like this, Fang Geyu suddenly found the drama on Baili Xianxian's end far less interesting.


How did she ever think when she first met this fellow that he was the stiff and boring type?


"My missy here is armed with needles, I'm not afraid of a bite or two from you, cut the crap."


With things having reached this point, Baili An naturally wouldn't continue with the pleasantries.


Chapter 289: Eight-Pack Abs Duck