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

The man leaned casually on the edge of the round platform, stroking the back of the neck of the person in front of him with his fingers.

He was wearing a pitch-black robe, the style was extremely simple, and he only embroidered some simple patterns on the hem. Those silver patterns disappeared into the stacked hem, but somehow gave off a bit of extravagance.

The placket was not pulled tight, which exposed a large chest. The strong flesh and body was full of powerful beauty but was bloodless. The pale skin looked a little strange in the dark, but the place near the left chest was condensed. The mass of black mist is beating slightly, and it seems to be able to attract people's attention, which is generally confusing.

Most of his face was also hidden in the black mist, only the chin and the left side of his face were exposed. The clean lines and thin lips with a slight smile can also let people know how handsome and how powerful the owner of this face is. Danger.

Murphy was lying on his lap, his arms were hanging limply on one side, and his long blond hair was intertwined with the man's black hair.

The vortex of out-of-control magic practice around him is still there, but it has changed the direction of rotation. The black light spots that poured into his body uncontrollably before slowly left his body under the man's control. The disappearance of the chill made Murphy His face gradually turned rosy, and his breathing became less difficult.

His skin shimmers in the dark. His unique photosensitive physique is extremely close to the magical elements of the light system. It has always been the physique that people of the Illuminati Church have longed to pursue.

Such a person is a person who is naturally suitable for the light, just standing there is as sacred as a god possessed, and he is a perfect "God's spokesperson".

In the man's memory, he has actually seen many people in this system.

All of these people were absorbed into the Church of Light and became a member of it. It seems that the previous pope, the old man named Sarenfis, also had this kind of physique.

But not the same.

Those people gave him a different feeling from the boy in front of him.

He had never seen such a person before, it was not he who was close to the light, but the light was close to him, going forward one after another, just to gather around him.

The magic circles around the holy land of the church gather the light magic elements in the air all the time. Those light spots move forward without fear before being swallowed and assimilated by the endless darkness. They spontaneously sink into the darkness, and their only goal is this juvenile.

A soft, warm, strange boy.

This is a pure child of light, wrapped and shrouded in endless darkness, as long as he has a thought, he can be eaten clean, and the pure power of light in his body will become a part of him, just like extinguishing As easy as a firefly.

Murphy's life and death are only in the man's thoughts.

The man stroked his neck, but suddenly felt a feeling of love.

Under his deliberate suppression, whenever he touched the boy's skin, the light spots in the boy's body would try to pull his power in, just as greedy as their master.

And when you want to pull away, there will be a weak obstacle, as if the boy's skin is kissing his fingertips, begging his fingertips to continue to stay.

This kind of thought appeared suddenly, but there was no way to leave the man's mind. He got pleasure from this behavior, and even let go of his hand, he would feel a little bit disappointed.

The dark nails scratched, leaving faint red marks on them with a little force, and the fingertips could easily touch the raised bones, and the weaknesses were delivered to his hands without reservation.

The man was a little suspicious again.

It hasn't been long since he woke up, and he only had a vague consciousness before, but he devoured everything in Sarenfith and learned something.

The young man lying in front of him is the holy son of the Illuminati Church. Sarenfith placed great hopes on him. Because of his physique, he took him by his side and taught him without reservation. , until this age.

So the only thing that confuses men is that the Holy Son, who was trained and taught by the Pope, would be so careless?

Absorbing the pure dark energy without vigilance, he almost exploded to death, and when he was surrounded by endless darkness, he did not doubt his identity and begged him for redemption.

Naive, or stupid, men can't figure it out.

But it doesn't matter if you can't guess.

The man chuckled, and continued to stroke the soft skin under his hands. Such a fragile and defenseless young man could be crushed by his strength, but he was so obedient, so obedient that he didn't want to lose him.

Now that men are very interested, it seems that it is a good thing to keep a plaything by their side.

He frowned slightly, thinking of those so-called holy sons he once sat under, all of them were ambitious and even dared to covet his position, but they were beaten to pieces by the Church of Light when they really started. Trash is greedy for power, so the greed of this little guy in front of him doesn't seem too much, and he still looks a little more cute in his eyes.

The man sighed softly, and the corners of his mouth became more playful. He really needed such a holy son.

Soft, fragile, and one-handed little guy.

His fingers left Murphy's neck and touched his cheeks. The soft skin felt amazing. He stayed for a while, his fingers covering his eyes.

The Holy Son of the Illuminati Church cannot see things until he reaches adulthood. The man does not remember that there was such a rule thousands of years ago, but he found the answer from the mind of the previous Pope.

What they are afraid of is that those holy sons will be eroded by the dark energy here when they are cultivating in the Holy Land, losing their original sacred eyes and being stained with pollution, and unable to bear the responsibility of a holy son.

What's ridiculous is that since they have done these things, they are still seeking superficial peace, blindly hiding the facts, and trying to bury his existence in the holy place that never sees the light of day until the day he dies.

No one would have thought that he would be able to recover after thousands of years.

The man looked back at the huge statue of the God of Light. The huge cracks and dilapidated body were not only caused by the erosion of his own power, but also because the God of Light represented by the statue had fallen.

He did not leave the spark of life like himself.

The man smiled lowly. After all, he took the first step and completely crushed that glorious body, leaving no way for the other party to survive.

People in the world don't know that light and darkness, which stand on opposite sides, actually coexist and co-exist. The two can devour and transform each other. Even if they appear to be in conflict with each other, as long as they are pure enough, they can be completely in harmony with each other. Be a strength for the other side.

What are the words left by the God of Light?

Completely obliterate the dead God of Darkness, not a single drop remains, the evil must be completely wiped out.

He had long foreseen the future that might happen, so he warned his followers like this, but it was a pity that he died too early.

Where is the purest dark energy on the Barenque Continent? The Church of Light has found the answer. It is the dead God of Darkness.

He exudes pure dark energy all the time. These energies are excellent for the cultivation of the church's high-level people, and they are more exciting than pure light energy.

So those once pious believers disobeyed his warning after the fall of the main god, buried the dark god deep in the ground, suppressed him with countless magic circles, and concealed his existence with countless light energy.

They announced to the entire continent that the God of Darkness is dead, and there will no longer be dark forces in the world, only light will live forever.

Because sooner or later, those powers in the Dark God will become part of their strength, and then disappear completely.

They believed it so firmly and concealed it. The guards of the Holy Land became stricter and no one would know the truth.

Until that day, the sound of a heartbeat reappeared in the empty left chest of the Dark God lying on the round platform.

The man, that is, Cecil, the God of Darkness, caressed the corners of the boy's eyes. He lifted a corner of the ribbon covering the boy's eyes, revealing his delicate and beautiful eye ends. itch.

This is not ordinary silk, this is a magic item, its only function is to repel the approach of dark energy and deprive the wearer of the vision, at the same time, it also has a slight protective effect, it is only the power of Cecil It was completely irresistible, and it was untied so easily.

The boy's eye sockets were a little red, and after the chill faded, there were some wet spots left, as fragile as if he had cried.

Cecil brushed the ends of his eyes lightly, seeing that he seemed to be waking up, and the golden eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

He froze for a moment, hesitated.

He did have a kind of malice from his heart, and wanted to let those people see the blackness that they thought was evil in the eyes of their holy son, but he was a little bit reluctant.

He wanted to see the golden eyes that were as bright as his hair when the young man opened his eyes. Just imagining it made his heart throb a little strangely, so he hesitated.

In his eyes, this young man is no longer the Holy Son of the Illuminati Church, but his Holy Son.

That being the case, it has nothing to do with him what those people see or think. He doesn't want to see tears in the eyes of his beloved child, even if he looks beautiful like this.

Cecil kissed the boy's eyes, and gently put the ribbon back on his eyes.

This kind of behavior inexplicably gave him the pleasure of depriving the other party's vision with his own hands.

The boy hadn't woken up yet, Cecil maintained this intimate posture, feeling a little joy in his heart for the first time.

This is the little guy I sent to him. He is not smart and greedy, but he doesn't mind. As a god he has prayed for, Cecil feels that he has an obligation to protect him, save him, and let him have pious beliefs. Own.

He continued to comfort the young man, while holding his hand, clasped his fingers, and there was softness between the fingers.

Cecil looked at the boy's quiet face, and whispered in his ear.

"Sleep, God will bless you."

The author has something to say: Murphy: First tell me why you didn't kill me in the first place?

Cecil: Maybe you're too stupid?I can't bear to do it

Murphy:  …