"The kind that breaks your bones and tears your muscles" The white-headed youth finished with a laugh. Despite being older than Moulin for a year, this little cousin seemed very childish like a child unwilling to yield after a harsh scolding. No matter, he can entertain him as long as he wants.
Fantasy · Heather_ANARE
Beads of sweat rolled down on Moulin's exhausted face as his chest rapidly lowers and rises. His lips parted and his lungs struggling to catch his breath. A ten-kilometer run around the whole training field, six-hour muscle strengthening for his arms and legs, and a number of different strenuous training methods. Moulin was absolutely certain that this type of training does not fit with his physique at all. His hands were faintly trembling, clutched on his knees. If it weren't for him possessing a mana core, he was sure he wouldn't last any longer than an hour. His situation was truly laughable.
Fantasy · Heather_ANARE
"It 𝑖𝑠 quite fascinating" Moulin gave out an intriguing smile at Maxille. "But I was merely reading it out of curiosity and I don't believe I can ever perform it with this body of mine. And I also lack the very thing every maeruthan wielder would have ". Lowering his head after he spoke, he failed to see the looks of distress from the people around the table. Especially Maxille, who felt regretful of opening the subject of conversation.
Fantasy · Heather_ANARE
The strangeness of his son became more and more apparent as the days passed by. It wasn't just his appearance but as well as his personality. His major changes were evident when he refused to accept the latest jewelry and the robes sent to him from his uncle. Saying that 'it was too much' for him. His wife, who was currently too overprotective of Moulin, had witnessed it all and was in a trance for the rest of the day afterwards. His third son kept spending the day inside the gardens with his new beast fox, reading silently inside the library with the intent to finish all the thousands of books inside, refusing his attendants insisting on doing the work by himself and most of all he had not even spoken a single disrespecting word to anyone in the estate. He was very behaved and detached except for when it comes to his family. Perhaps, this change was the outcome of his life back in the northern mountains, drastically changing his very personality.
Fantasy · Heather_ANARE
Moulin had much to say but helplessly found himself dragged by the group towards the temporary headquarters Maxille had settled miles away from the cave. They prepared a wooden tub enough for five people and filled it with steaming warm water. Moulin was in a daze, stripped naked, and bathe by a few female helpers. The aromatic warm steam moistened his fair unblemished skin and coated him in a seductive haze. He looked extremely vulnerable with his wet eyelashes and the rosy glow of his skin, captivating the helpers serving him. In addition to his dazzling hair and eyes, they were very hooked. But for the youth, the never-ending voices of these people would haunt him in his sleep...
Fantasy · Heather_ANARE
Moulin paused. What's he getting at?
Fantasy · Heather_ANARE
A bubbling joy seeped into his heart as he retracted his hand gleefully. I feel like a mysterious master of ice!! He hadn't felt this much satisfaction for himself in a long time. A playful snowy breeze danced around him as if mimicking the young man's mood.
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Fantasy · Heather_ANARE
Confused and shivering, he could swear he finished the bottle of antidepressants, ending his own life. The betrayal of his childhood friend and boyfriend was the last strand of motivation for living. Orphaned and abandoned. What kind of sick joke are the heavens playing with him?
Fantasy · Heather_ANARE
Moulin felt a sudden shudder. The chilling cold crept all over his skin. He curled his body, not holding back his sneezes. His eyes trembled as he opened them. Is judgment this cold? It felt like shards of ice were embedded inside his pores. His body refusing to warm him.
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ch 78 Blackmail
LGBT+ · winterblossom
ch 70 || Chapter 67 || Roaring Thunders Rouses Young Master's Curiosity
Fantasy · Heather_ANARE
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Afar is the wide empty area for the disciples to practice their spells. However, there was no one around. Xinfaxian Sect is a new sect and was founded fifteen years ago when Xie Lan and Fan Wen were wandering around the world to find a place to set their home. They came upon a nameless land with a small number of inhabitants. Then, he named the land and he and Fan Wen made it as their love nest… ehem. A base camp. Their home.
The Scum Is A ***
LGBT+ · HuilongShenghou