webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
470 Chs

|| Chapter 414 || The Diversion

One could taste the weighty ghastliness of the atmosphere. The rocks bit Moulin's knees the longer he knelt. However, he didn't even flinch. The aphrodite's whole attention concentrated on the demon speaking to him through the heretic before him. Blood-red eyes glowed, glistening like a bright red sea. One would lose their soul when met with those eyes.

The fragrant smell grew stronger. And Moulin, who was lost in shock, grew stiff. Realization poured into his mind then an explosion of fury bursts in his heart. These demons!

His pale eyes sharpened like a sword ready to cut. In a split second, the wind swirled around him. The temperature dropped and the ropes snapped loose.

SNAP!

WHOOSH!

Moulin swerved his body, frost bloomed from his palms. A frost blade gleamed under the torchlight.