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A Gorgeous White (BL)

( An LGBT+ novel) Ending your life isn't the right decision. Moulin didn't believe this saying until he did it. Moulin, a depressed shut-in digital writer, transmigrates into the frail body of a spoiled young master. Unknown to him, he was swallowed by the fear of death. This time, he intends to start a new beginning and relive his life carefully. Waking within the frigid confines of a cave of ice. Nightly whispers of guidance and so much more. The power of unknown origin... An unusual world where special people possess elemental powers and thriving magical beasts, A cute meng selling snow-white fox, A crowd of overprotective people, and a powerful yet impressively annoying person...a stressful Moulin massaged his forehead. This couldn't possibly get any worse... Moumou: My body doesn't feel right...( secretly inspects lower body) Moumou: ...@$%#!!!! An Evil Lion: My love, our bed has gone cold... Moumou: (#ง'̀-'́)ง... Warning this novel includes the following: 1. Smut 2. Gore 3. Inappropriate language Publish dates: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (Sporadic if I get busy ╥﹏╥) || I M P O R T A N T N O T I C E! || This novel is inspired by several BL novels• If you do not like reading LGBTQ+ novels please avoid reading this• This author is trying her best!• Enjoy! The cover is originally is drawn by yours truly º^º *hehe want a commission?*

Heather_ANARE · Fantasy
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459 Chs

|| Chapter 187 || What Is Brother So Bothered About?

The crunch of snow-covered rocks noised when a heavy boot took a step backwards. The cold winds turned fierce and chilling. Snowy gusts swirled around the area, acknowledging the beginning of a fight. 

A smooth delicate palm opened. A flash of light occurred within Moulin's grasp as the youth slowly advance towards his brother. He called forth his sacred weapon, the mystic bow of ice. His fingers curled around the body of the bow and Moulin's eyes calmly eyed his brother.

Emlen's eyes flashed. He breathes out when he recognized his little brother's sacred weapon. It was beautiful and fearsome just like Moulin...

His lips curled into a smirk. "Eager now are we?"

He gripped his weapon and abruptly threw his sword towards his brother. The blade wooshed through the cold air. Its sharp tip aiming flawlessly towards the approaching youth.