Do you think I care about you? [Western Fantasy]

Murphy's uncharacteristically closeness to tweeting was not a bad thing for the church members. On the contrary, they thought it was a sign that Murphy had begun to accept tweeting, and they didn't have any doubts about his actions.

As for Jiujiu, the current life of eating, sleeping and eating, and having Murphy to help with hair and tickle when he is awake is simply too good. This is the first time he has been with Murphy for such a long time. Getting along with each other, it's better to have a little master in the flowers and plants outside.

Jiujiu, who devoted himself to Murphy's gentle place, began his life of drunkenness and dreams, which manifested in the daily weakness of limbs, dull eyes, messy hair and groggyness. In just over ten days, his body size grew a size. The majestic image of the Glorious Lion was easily thrown away by it.

"Jiujiu, have you gained weight?" Murphy squeezed the flesh on Jiujiu's stomach, and it felt much softer than when they first met.

Jiujiu, who was burying his head in humming and eating meat, raised his head in a daze, shook his hind legs subconsciously, and didn't feel anything wrong at all. The too leisurely life obliterated its firm will, making it a dog that can only eat. And the Chirp Pig who has no other use for being cute.

Jiujiu didn't notice it himself, and Murphy couldn't see it. In addition, the fat meow was more comfortable to touch, so Murphy forgot about it so casually.

Over the past ten days, Murphy has mastered a new skill - food aroma immunity.

After the most painful first two days, Murphy's inner desire became more and more calm during the following period. Even now, he can twirl a piece of meat and let Jiujiu lie on him to enjoy it slowly. Of course, things like licking his fingers Even if a fleeting idea arises, he will not put it into practice.

A little Jiujiu directly filled Murphy's empty life, making him forget what happened in the Holy Land and the upcoming blessing meeting.

***

The Holy Land of the Guangming Church is a bit lively today.

The teleportation formation leading to the Holy Land is still guarded all the time, no one passes through, and the gate of the Holy Land has never been opened for anyone. There should be no one in the Holy Land at this time, but there are footsteps in the darkness.

The footsteps of three people sounded from one side of the inner hall of the holy land, and slowly walked towards the central round platform.

After a while, the lamps on the four nearby stone pillars suddenly ignited sparks, and bright flames exploded, illuminating a large area.

There were three people standing on the edge of the round platform, one of them stretched out his hand, the golden torrent was extremely obvious in the black mist, the energy representing light poured out from his hand, providing the lamp with continuous burning power.

"Grandpa Trollope, the Holy Land doesn't seem to have changed much."

The speaker withdrew his hand and took off his hood. The young man's long golden hair shone slightly in the black mist, and even his face had a sort of holy luster, as if he enjoyed the surrounding of this cold mist very much.

A small vortex formed in his palm, and the mist was drawn into it, and black lines began to appear on his palm.

The person he called "Grandpa Trollope" turned his head, this is a very kind-looking person, perhaps the people of the Church of Light have the compassion to love everything, so that he looks like a person who doesn't need Doubtful good man.

It's just that he can appear here, in the holy place with a very high barrier to entry, to a large extent, it has exposed some hidden secrets.

Trollope's gaze stayed on the small whirlpool in the palm of the young man for a while, and he nodded appreciatively: "Tomorrow's blessing conference will be hosted by Murphy, and he won't come in these two days. I'll find something after it's over." Stop him. Raphael, you should practice hard here during this time."

There is a sense of similarity between their eyebrows, and the relationship should be quite close.

Raphael nodded respectfully: "Yes, Grandpa Trollope."

Raphael's appearance is extremely handsome, and the sharp-edged face reveals more of a man's heroic spirit, as if surrounded by a natural divine light, only a pair of eyes can destroy this sacred feeling.

His pupils are golden, but they are not pure golden. There are tiny black lines spreading in them, completely erasing the sacredness that is unique to golden, adding a bit of evil feeling.

Raphael didn't stay long, and found a place to sit cross-legged under the instructions of the elders, and soon began to absorb the endless black mist in the empty hall.

"It would be great if Raphael came back sooner. Murphy left the Holy Land half a month ago." Another old man beside Trollope also spoke. His voice was hoarse, and his eyes under the hood Just like Raphael, but it is more black than Raphael, "Archbishop Trollope, maybe we think too much, there is no problem with the Holy Land."

Trollope waved his hand: "Archbishop McKim, what's the use of worrying about the journey now, what we have to do is to clear the obstacles for Raphael's cultivation."

The two archbishops looked at each other, reached a common decision, and looked at the round platform in the center together.

There, it is the place where the power of darkness is the strongest, and the mist that is about to condense into substance surges like a stream of water, covering everything inside.

Archbishop McKim waved his hand, and the black mist receded like a tide, completely exposing the figure of the man lying on the round platform.

With long jet black hair and jet black blood, everything on his body is black that people in the entire Barenque continent hate. His pale skin is bloodless, like a dead body, and he is indeed a dead body.

Thousands of years ago, the body of the God of Light, who fell in the battle between light and darkness, disappeared with the wind in the green sky. The God of Darkness, who was lucky enough to save his body, was secretly sent to the Holy Land of the Church of Light, and became a member of the church's high-level practitioners. treasure.

Light and darkness are complete opposites, yet they depend on each other. Those who first discover this secret hide it, and only those with sufficient qualifications can know it in the future.

"Dark God."

Trollope looked at the man who didn't move at all. The god who once stood tall and stood on the opposite side of their light just fell to the ground humblely and became a medium for their cultivation, no matter whether his original intention of appearing here was exposed or not. The evil side of the Illuminati Church, Trollope couldn't hide his pleasure in his heart.

It seems that this is enough to prove that they are loyal people of the God of Light and have never betrayed him.

The dark god's head was broken, and the hole in his left chest ran through his body, and a steady stream of black mist gushed out from the wound, which was the source of all the mist in the entire hall.

Even the black blood can be seen clearly, the never-freezing blood from the god's wound is the carrier of endless chill.

Trollope and Archbishop McKim inspected the body of the dark god with the secret method passed down, and found nothing abnormal, but the power contained in his body is not as strong as before. Perhaps in a few thousand years, the god corpse will be It was completely hollowed out and turned into nothingness.

Archbishop McKim snorted coldly: "This may be his best destination."

After confirming that it was correct, the two archbishops left the original magic circle, leaving only Raphael to practice in the Holy Land.

What Raphael, who was devoting himself to cultivation, couldn't see was that the man opened his eyes in the black mist that gathered again.

"Church of Light, Holy Son inside and outside?"

"Betraying the will of the Lord God, what is the difference between this practice and the crime they say?"

One of the lit lamps suddenly went out, and the flame was still burning, but the thick black engulfed all the light, and nothing could be exposed.

Raphael didn't notice the danger.

"My little holy son is cuter. It's time to go out and meet him."

The author has something to say: he came, he came, he came with a dark heart!

He is finally going to go out to bask in the sun, the clothes that have been lying on for thousands of years will be rusted, and he will find his lovely wife by the way, perfect!