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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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470 Chs

|| Chapter 230 || Where Are You?

"Huff… huff… huff…."

His chest rapidly heaved up and down. With his sword grasped within his hand, he swung with great precision. His blade torn through the soft flesh of his opponent's throat. Slashing ruthlessly. Blood splattered on his cheek. The gruesome liquid almost entered his eye if he hadn't blinked in time.

"…" His gray eyes narrowed, and he raised his arm to wipe off the blood on his face with his sleeve. With cold eyes, he flicked the crimson liquid off his blade, and his glacial gaze swept across the sea of corpses layering the ground. He needed to hurry. His family was in danger. His father, injured, his youngest brother was nowhere to be found… and his mother… Maxille clenched his jaw.

He needed to hurry…

When he moved his feet, blood splashed on his ankles, yet he didn't care.

Quickly… He must find them.

"Y-Young Lord!" Panting heavily, a hasty figure scrambled towards him. It was one of his young knights.