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"The ancients say that it is better not to poke our noses into things that are outside of our control. Chief Zhao, tell me how different do you think dixingren are from us?"

"They feel pain, happiness, sadness, pleasure, just like us. Whether we are human, spirit, or dixingren, we have the same right to live."

"I don't care what you think of him! He may be Hei Pao Shi, he may be one-third ghost, one-third god, and one-third dixingren, but he is not immortal, and if you don't go help him, then I will!"

"You can't just go out like this!"

"You are forgetting one thing, Brother Ma Gui... In my time, I'm the Guardian. A group of ghosts are nothing for me!"

"Stone, not old, but already worn.
Water, not cold, but already frozen.
Body, not born, but already dead.
Soul, not burned, but already transformed." His voice echoes from nowhere, thousands of memories, green clothes, a black cat, a war of gods, two innocent ghost children, and him... the mountain and the god, him Kunlun..."

A retelling of the Guardian story, fusing the TV and the novel story together, with twists and turns and the best parts of both worlds.

Zhao Yunlan teases Shen Wei.

"I would say that I've never even dreamed of this, but... That's all I've been doing since I met you. Dreaming of this," Bai Yu says with his cheeky smile and boundless tenderness underneath, trailing kisses down Zhu Yilong's collarbone.

Shen Wei sacrifices a lot more than just taking in a little light energy while healing Zhao Yunlan.

Can he still fight while hiding his predicament or will the sky fall on him?

Shen Wei has watched over Kunlun for years. Now the Heavens have decided to mock him by reincarnating Kunlun as an idol named Kunlun.

It's the night of the last day of filming, and the last thing Bai Yu has ever expected from it is being kissed.

Da Qing sauntered over with the air of a fond uncle and perched on the table next to Guo Changcheng. “Xiao Guo, you’re a good kid. I’m going to do you a favour, and this favour involves you doing a small task.”

Chu Shuzhi loves causing misunderstandings

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Ye Xiu and Zhao Yunlan really were like two peas in a pod. Anyone who met one of them often left saying they were "the most insufferable person I've ever met, genuinely annoying bastards not included. Did they really just end up like that? Like, naturally?"

One is a middle school graduate, the other was forcefully enrolled at the number one-ranked police college in the nation. Both are smart and can drive regular people crazy. It also just so happens that one is bothered into receiving some form of education from his boss and the other wants to stick it to his father.

One way to win an arm wrestling match against Zhu Yilong.

Bai Yu doesn't even know why he keeps this conversation going, but it's quite a lot like not being able to stop poking a bruise.

"Gege, they're saying you're a Christmas angel. Is that true?" A little boy who should be the leader of the bunch of despicable little creatures dared to address him.
He wasn't so cruel as to want to rip out the child's tongue just because he had spoken to him, though. And by all accounts, he didn't know what a Christmas angel was.
"I'm afraid I must be a Christmas Ghost, little sir," he replied with a wave of his hand, shooing the children away. When they scattered and regrouped towards the plump old man in red, he sighed in relief. "Perhaps this is my signal to leave this place for good..."
Many people blended together in Zhao Yunlan's sight, all bundled up in coats and bustling around, but one man stood out. He stood nearby, enjoying a warm cup of cider from one of the stalls, watching the silver haired man that had caught his eye not too long ago.
“Why a ghost and not an angel?” he asked in a way of greeting as he stopped to stand beside the silver haired man.
...
Gui Mian just wanted to know what the city was like before he tore it all down, but he had unfortunately chosen a bad time. A Christmas market definetely wasn't in his plans.

Shen's lover shouldn't have to suffer such injury when he can stop it.

He certainly doesn't have to look.

Zhao Yunlan couldn’t remember a time in his life before he started having the Dreams.

As he leant out of the window wincing at the inevitable paperwork if the new recruit was hurt on the first day on the job, he scanned the area and his eyes landed on an impossible sight. He froze, his whole being now completely focused on the figure down below. It couldn't be. Surely it must be a mistake.

The figure turned and their eyes locked. Chestnut brown to deep fathomless black.

Xiao Wei

I thought I Dreamed you

something something Guo Changcheng wants to be impressive to Chu Shuzhi something something he f's it up royally and now Chu Shuzhi's pissed

Zhao Yunlan snags a seat at the back of the lecture hall with about seven seconds to spare. Perfect timing, he thinks — by which he means that Shen Wei can only shoot him a sharp, curious glance from the front of the room before he clears his throat and has to begin class.

Or, Zhao Yunlan swings by Shen Wei's class to ask a question.

Soft and cozy winter kiss.