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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 · Fantasia
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458 Chs

|| Chapter 354 || Dear Little Brother, I Forbid You No More

The young god stopped. His eyes, glowing white, without pupils, stared at Moulin as the words drifted in his ears. He could hear the rapid beating of the mortal's heart, like the beatings of a drum when a deity ascends into the welcoming heavens. He sensed anticipation, curiosity, and dread. Galadin had never imagined someone uttering that name before his presence. The silence that seemed so calm to him began to surge with tension, crowding around him, suffocating him. However, he was at ease... for some unknown reason.

"How do you... know that name?" He finally spoke.

Moulin's forehead creased, and he sat on the mirror-like floor before the god. They are two bright beings surrounded by infinite darkness. He replied, "I... know him."

"You do..." Galadin's throat constricted. The youth's sincere eyes held no lies. "So he speaks to you?..."

"...Yes."

"Ah..." The deity lowered his eyes, staring at Moulin's gentle hands. "How is he?..."