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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 · Fantasy
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459 Chs

|| Chapter 356 || The Soul Fragment

How can something so tiny can grow in a place like this? No light with not even a bit of warmth?

Warily, Moulin approached the water. When the tip of his boot kissed the tranquil surface of the water, bright blue, glowing ripples spread out from the disturbance. Within the darkness, the trembling glimmer of waters made light dance on the cave walls. It is lovely and majestic, something that touched the heart of the silver-eyed youth standing at the edge of the water.

Moulin's feet submerged into the water, and glowing ripples surrounded him. The light grew brighter as the water splashed against the youth's leather-clad ankles. The little droplets clinging to his clothed calves are as bright as golden morning dew. Staring curiously at the little plant, he approached the little rock island. Strings of light, bent from the trembling beneath the water, are reflected on the young man's body.