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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 60 || Tessley Vernallia

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Varick held the chain of the pocket watch and letting it dangle down his hand. He smiled broadly. This event was something Tyve had created to 'strengthen the bonds of the sentinels'. Although it sounds absurd, it was fun to watch the guild all riled up in excitement.

He raised his hand to signal that the minute had started.

"Show me what you've got, scrawny boy" The man shook the bell between his fingers creating a pleasant ringing sound. "Show me the strength you used to complete the Trials."

Jagra stared at him. His ability wasn't an offensive type. He could only resort to reaching out and grabbing the man's hand like a jumping chicken. The man laughed as he raised his hand higher. What kind of joke was this?

Moulin frowned. The sight was unpleasant to see. How do people find this hilarious? He glared at Ghana who was happily watching the scene. She instantly quieted as she pressed her lips together.

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