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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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474 Chs

|| Chapter 451 || Forging Artifacts

Heavy footsteps sounded like a giant trudging through a mountain range. When the attendants heard it they froze in the middle of doing their tasks. Wearing a dark mask, Erik's large frame seemed to swallow a quarter of the room making it constricting for the rest of the people within but they did not dare voice their complaints. 

The attendants hesitantly glanced at their master who was busy assessing the new goods spread out on the large table. Rolls of fabrics are presented before his eyes. Fridal Hyantor strokes his chin as he caresses the silks beneath his fingers. The fabric was not beautiful to look, pale and grey but it was infused with rich mana-concealing magic. Something High Lords covet greatly for their people.