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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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466 Chs

|| Chapter 375 || Ah, My Golden Savior

"You look afraid…."

Alha's voice is thick with delight. His eyes looked as if they could strip away the intrepidity from the youth's dauntless silver eyes. But it was true. Moulin could not deny the fear sinking inside him. A foreboding feeling crawled up his spine, making him falter and hesitate. The potent scent of evil wafting from that large looming pitch-black hand threatened every bit of his being like being forced to intake a whole bottle of deadly poison. Moulin's heart pounded within his chest. He paled as Alha continued to suck away his vitality and slowly introduced him to a different kind of torment.

"The pain will be quick…" Alha spoke as though in comfort. His dark fingertips ominously hovered over Moulin's quivering eyes, casting shadows on those trembling silver pupils.

'No…' Fists clenched.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind flared past them, hauling the ambiance of frightful golden essence. Both flinched.