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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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470 Chs

|| Chapter 450 || Our Souls Are Intertwined

Orchaedia?

The youth's brows furrowed. His eyes assessed the intricate fonts of the pages and the name filled his mind with curiosity.

Lady Calanthe appreciated the inquisitive look worn on the young man's face. Her voice is filled with softness, soothing Moulin's nerves. "Orchaedia is an ancient practice, born from the wisdom of the maeruthan's forebears, and guided by the teachings of our gods. In times long past, when we were devoted solely to nurturing and protecting, evil strayed far from the light. The higher realms were more benevolent before the rise of human intellect, granting us a means to connect with higher spirits and communicate with the divine."

Moulin's gaze returned to the text, his silver eyes shining with newfound interest under the warm light.