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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 · Fantaisie
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470 Chs

|| Chapter 254 || Explaining Is Tiring

"My Lord..." Varick bowed. His actions triggered the others to do the same. They bent their heads, and reverence filled the air. It was intense and almost visible. The silver-eyed youth who walked to the side of the High Lord was slightly surprised by the loyal gesture. Moulin sensed the powerful auras emitted by the people within the room. He could feel it even before he stepped into the room. 

He was oblivious of the curious gaze the people around were giving him. Truthfully, it was the first time they had seen the Golden Lord walk in with someone else aside from his trusted aid, Lord Varick. The young man didn't look as mighty as Varick, nor did he look intimidating. However, his eyes had a fierce light. The young man was observing the room with innocent eyes. But it didn't appear that way to the rest. In their eyes, Moulin looked like he was assessing the value of the people within the room.