Where Is My Perfect World

Waving his large sleeves, the jug of wine appeared in the old man's hand from thin air.

Charles holds his machete and shields his body in the last moment, making the bird successfully wound his shoulder, he cursed and pretend he didn't hear it's a flapping wing. He moved the machete again preventing the bird attacks his joint, cutting a light wound on his left leg and pretend the air didn't shimmer in front of him.

Only shooting stars break the moldSomebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

Woldemir was a man that everyone should use as a father figure, not once did he yell at Eric and not to mention trying to educate him through force which was rather common in medieval times.

On thing that I can say about this story is great that even though may look cliche and stuff but the author make it so original. I recommend this to anyone looking for a good bl.

I haven’t read it yet but does the mc get ntr or does he ntr other people?

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