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

For the next period of time, Murphy stayed in the Holy Land and accompanied the God of Light to continue repairing his injuries.

I have to say that the previous healing activity with Murphy as the medium was very effective. Not only did the body of the God of Light lose its coldness before, but the wounds on his chest and forehead also healed a lot.

Perhaps out of trust in Murphy, he was willing to let Murphy touch his forehead and chest, telling Murphy that his injuries had recovered a lot, so he didn't have to worry.

The dark energy in the holy land is much less, and it is indeed much more than their previous consumption, but it cannot be compared with the consumption of those ten days at all.

Murphy realized how important his so-called medium was in the process of restoring the power of the God of Light. It was like a catalyst that could fill the God of Light with his power in a very short period of time.

Because of this, Murphy even thought about whether to do it again. After all, the stronger the God of Light, the safer he would be, and it would be harmful to him.

It's just that as soon as he thought of the pain, Murphy's thoughts broke by themselves and quietly dissipated.

Murphy didn't take the initiative to mention it, and the God of Light didn't seem to have the intention to ask for it.

Both intentionally or unintentionally avoided what happened before, and tacitly did not mention it again.

It's just that Murphy has a weird feeling that the attitude of the God of Light towards him is different from before, but he can't say where it manifests specifically, but sometimes the distance between them will be shortened unintentionally In a short time, the attitude of the God of Light towards him became extremely close.

Weirder intimacy than ever.

Recalling the naked face when he woke up before, Murphy tried not to let himself rely on that kind of thought that shouldn't appear.

Another point that made Murphy feel strange was that the God of Light paid special attention to his eyes, but when Murphy asked, he couldn't get an answer.

It's just that it seemed too weird to ask repeatedly, and Murphy stopped asking after he couldn't figure it out the first time.

What made Murphy most nervous was the matter about the Dark God.

After not asking for a long time, Murphy thought that the God of Light had forgotten about this matter, but at a very ordinary point of time, this question was placed before Murphy's eyes again.

His previous words really aroused the suspicion of the God of Light, and he was not avoided as he imagined.

Cecil didn't understand that he had already told Murphy that the Dark God was dead, and Murphy believed him like that, yet this kind of problem still occurred.

Why did the dark god who died long ago in Murphy's eyes still appear in his mouth, and why Murphy believed that he would die in the hands of the dark god? This strange fear made him puzzled.

You must know that the God of Darkness is indeed still alive, but the only person who knows about it is Murphy, who regards himself as the God of Light.

Cecil couldn't find a reason, so he chose to take the initiative to ask.

Murphy, who may reveal his secret if he answers wrongly: "..."

Desperate, he couldn't find any other excuses to gain Cecil's trust at this time, but he had a flash of inspiration and planned to attribute everything to something that couldn't be said and didn't need a reason—a dream.

"The Dark God is still alive." Murphy said firmly.

Cecil saw how nervous he was, and laughed a little himself. Who did Murphy think of as him again, who had already identified the wrong person?

"Murphy, the God of Darkness is dead." Cecil arranged his own death indifferently. He would never hurt Murphy, and he naturally hoped that Murphy would not be afraid of those unnecessary things.

After being refuted several times, Murphy also lost his temper: "He's not dead!"

Who knows better than Murphy whether the God of Darkness is dead or not. If he is really dead, then there will be no book "Across the World". It can only be said that the God of Light failed to eradicate it when he took action, allowing them to seize the opportunity to make a comeback up.

If it wasn't for his presence and sneaky help, the God of Light would have died in the Holy Land long ago, how could he still be talking here?

With a reminder from someone who knows the plot like him, if you don’t listen carefully and make preparations early and still believe in your own memories, the hard-hearted old father Murphy once again felt the kind of hatred for a child who is not up to date.

Seeing that his cheeks were puffed up under his breath, Cecil couldn't help but chuckled for a while, and he had to say that Murphy was a little cuter.

Cecil was very useful, so he didn't talk to him, but listened to his reasons.

Murphy, who stopped eating for a while: "..."

It's true that you can't speak confidently by using dreams as an excuse.

"It's a dream, I dreamed it."

Cecil stroked his hair and comforted him: "Dreams don't represent reality, but you can tell me what kind of dream it is."

When he heard Murphy's story, Cecil knew that this matter had nothing to do with him, but that his little son was afraid, so he was also interested in listening to his dreams and seeing what he was doing. What kind of a vicious person in his dream could scare the little guy like this.

Murphy could hear the perfunctory in his tone, but told him the dream anyway.

"There are two bone dragons beside him, which can spew out pitch-black flames. He controls the bone dragons to wreak havoc, destroying the city, and many people lost their lives." Murphy, who told the story of his own death in the dream, was afraid that he would not believe him, so he told the other side Tell him some scenes together.

Cecil shook his head helplessly after hearing this: "Did you know that the dragon clan is in the camp of light, and there are fallen dragons, but they are willing to leave their bodies to the God of Darkness after death, and they have been with him thousands of years ago Crushed."

He did have a black dragon under his seat, and even his capable men back then, but they fell along with him in that battle.

Since Murphy could see these scenes, Cecil naturally denied it.

I didn't expect that my few words would have the opposite effect. Murphy was stunned, knowing that he couldn't convince the God of Light, he was a little depressed for a while.

Seeing Murphy lower his head in frustration, Cecil thought that Murphy's emotions were due to his inability to get out of the dream, and said: "If that day really exists, since you are afraid, don't stand up, your With so many people behind you, and me, we will all protect you."

In fact, from Cecil's point of view, it is extremely weird that Murphy would believe in a dream so easily, but he did seem to be terrified, and Cecil did not intend to force him to believe in the Dark God. dead.

In any case, he knew that the scene in Murphy's dream would never happen. After all, how could he hurt the Son he believed to be the Son?

So he gave Murphy such an idea.

Unexpectedly, Murphy shook his head: "I have to stand up."

Murphy was indeed afraid. He was afraid that he would die so easily, even to death.

He was just an ordinary person, and he couldn't take his life too lightly. Even though he had such an extremely talented body, he was still just an ant in front of the Dark God, vulnerable to a single blow.

But Murphy knew what his identity represented in this world. He knew that the words "Holy Son of Murphy" were the light in the hearts of many people, and now he was the Holy Son of Murphy of the Church of Light.

If he shrinks back, he can find an excuse not to go, or even hide in the Holy Land, staying beside the God of Light, even if his reputation is damaged, he can save his life.

He wanted to live, but not that kind of life.

Cecil fell into silence. He could clearly see Murphy's serious expression. His choice was beyond Cecil's expectations and seemed to be within his expectations. If Murphy easily accepted his suggestion and backed down, maybe it would be Not the Murphy he knew.

"Murphy."

Murphy looked up at him.

Cecil's voice was somewhat hoarse: "I am very lucky to have you as my holy son. You must know that I will always protect you."

"The Dark God will never harm you."

A smile appeared on Murphy's face when he suddenly got Cecil's promise. The promise from the God of Light was something he had been longing for all along.

But he didn't realize the hidden meaning in Cecil's words. He never said that he would bless him as the God of Light, nor did he say that he would prevent the God of Darkness from hurting him. promise.

His little holy son is obviously afraid but stubborn and refuses to back away. Indeed, only such a pure, pious and compassionate him can make him interested and let him see that he is the only one in the dead darkness around him. bright.

Cecil thought that meeting this boy might really be a once-in-a-lifetime and beautiful accident for him.

He looked at Murphy, who was secretly delighted by his words, with an expression of indescribable tenderness.

In his unhealed wound in the darkness, those two forces are still tearing his wound mercilessly at this moment, trying to annihilate him in vain. He has to endure great pain every moment. With Murphy's help, After that, he firmly suppressed these two forces, and was able to slowly wear them away.

Even though he was in pain, he never showed the slightest bit in front of Murphy. In the next time, he needed to clean up his body well so that he could properly protect his little son.

Cecil bowed his head and whispered into Murphy's ear, "Little guy, get out. You've been in the Holy Land long enough, and you need to take a good rest."

Murphy, who had no idea how long he had been in the Holy Land: "..."

"I can continue to help you," he said.

Cecil refused: "I want to absorb all that power, you are too dangerous here."

It had been a long time since the last investigation, and the Church of Light wanted to send people again. Even if Murphy didn't go out, they might find a reason to let him go out. Luckily, Cecil let Murphy go.

Murphy nodded knowingly. The boss's way of cultivation is different from theirs, which is beyond his reach.

Soon, under Cecil's gaze, Murphy left the Holy Land.

Just after the gate of the inner hall was closed, the dark god who was imprisoned in the holy place lost the only trace of tenderness on his face.

All the black mist in the Holy Land condensed into a huge black vortex, all pouring into the body of the Dark God.

Dark lines climbed up his pale skin, and the black lines beat like twisted snakes and insects. Cecil closed his eyes, and his body trembled slightly due to pain.

If he wants to completely control the two forces in his body, he must return to his heyday, and he must take back all the forces that belong to him.

It's just that such a frightening appearance cannot be seen by his little holy son.

The author has something to say: I'm back! ! !

Seeing a lot of cute little jiojio sticking out, let Ben Gugu see which little claws are going to be used to make soup for my Feifei today!

Feifei: This, that, that... and that one!

Ben Gu: Take the pot and pour water, come in by yourself!