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

Murphy spent two days in bed.

When he was trapped in the soft blanket, he never imagined that he would still be able to spend the day in such a quiet way.

There is no entertainment equipment, no pastime, no delicious delicacies, except for a few archbishops who came to chat for a while, the rest of the time is paralyzed, all in a daze and the two little ones try their best to make him happy, It's just that Murphy has not yet recovered from the state of exhaustion of magic power, and he can still only be a sick fairy boy.

Speaking of which, he has actually been in this world for nearly a year. During such a long period of time, he has lived a completely different life from the past, and he is afraid of the established future, and he is another person with trepidation.

The only time he spent in the Holy Land that allowed him to relax a little bit, he gradually gave all his true feelings, but in the eyes of the other party, he was probably just a joke.

Then he went from the point where he might die to the point where he would definitely die. It's ridiculous that he thought he had escaped from the sky.

After realizing that he couldn't change everything, Murphy suddenly felt aggrieved. Why did he work so hard to be a holy son and adapt to life in this world.

The grievance and sadness that suddenly rushed to his heart made Murphy become emotional. He obviously had endured it for a long time, and almost got used to the life of this kind of fairy man, but he still couldn't help sneaking around when he smelled the aroma of Jiujiu's food. Hiding in the quilt and weeping.

It's just that he can't eat it even if he thinks about it. He still has to pretend to be the Holy Son of Light so that he can safely spend the remaining month of his life.

As for the eldest son who lied to his feelings, Murphy put a striking red cross in his heart.

But no matter how Murphy hid it, something wrong with him was still discovered.

Joshua carefully crawled to Murphy's side, with a worried expression on his face, he reached out to touch his cheek: "Brother, are you feeling unwell?"

Jiujiu, who was also worried about Murphy, also leaned over to lick his cheek, screaming "Jiujiu".

Murphy: "It's okay, just a little uncomfortable."

Jiujiu's big head leaned next to Murphy, and a strong smell of meat wafted from Jiujiu's body to the tip of Murphy's nose.

Murphy, who never thought that one day he would be intoxicated by the aroma of a big cat's mouth: "..."

Murphy: "Jiujiu, let me give you a hug."

He restrained his emotions and pulled Jiujiu Pa into his arms, and then found that the aroma of Jiujiu's hair was even stronger.

What should I do, suddenly I want to cry even more...

Why is Jiujiu so fat and eat meat? His tall and thin son can only eat air and drink dew. Murphy blinked and suppressed the moisture in his eyes, but his body couldn't restrain his instinct. took a deep breath.

Really fragrant.

After a while, Jiujiu, who had just enjoyed the warm embrace of his master, was thrown aside with a blank face, and Joshua, who was obediently relying on Murphy, took his place.

Jiujiu: "???"

It barked twice in bewilderment and aggrieved, and then quietly lay down next to Murphy.

Hearing Jiujiu's cry, Murphy didn't feel guilty at all, and even came up with an idea.

On the day when his succession ceremony is held, he will steal the food for Jiujiu. No matter what kind of meat it is, he will die anyway. Why don't he have a good meal before he dies? No one will find him anyway. on the head.

It smells so good, it must be delicious.

Jiujiu: "???"

Thinking of this, Murphy felt a lot more comfortable and fell asleep again holding the fragrant and soft baby.

Eunice, who came in quietly, cleaned up the mess, glanced at Murphy to confirm that he was fine, and then retreated with peace of mind.

As the night got darker, Murphy felt a little dim, and there was something missing around him, just like the night a day ago.

Murphy became sober in an instant, and stretched out his hand to touch the side. There was no Jiujiu or Joshua, and he heard a slight movement next to him, and smelled the familiar cool smell, so he knew who was coming.

He actually didn't know what was going on in his heart.

He is the Holy Son of Light, and Cecil is the God of Darkness. The two are completely opposite existences. In addition, Cecil once deceived him and used him. Murphy even became angry when he thought of him, but in the end there was no Really calling the guards outside the room at such a time directly exposed the fact that Cecil was here.

"What on earth are you going to do?" Murphy asked, his voice kept low so that no one outside would find out, but his anger was not even half concealed.

The majestic God of Darkness broke into the room of the Holy Son of Light in the middle of the night, because he thought he had sat in the position of the Holy Son for too long, and planned to send him off for another ride?

But as if it was his illusion, Murphy didn't get a response, and the only silence in the room was the sound of his own breathing.

This annoyed Murphy even more.

Cecil was clearly in this room, but he was bullying him so he couldn't see it. Could it be possible to cover up the fact that he was here by not making a sound?

The other party remained silent.

For so long, people have known everything about him, except for the affairs of the other world, they have almost wiped out his old background, but he doesn't even know what the other party looks like.

Murphy sneered, reached out and touched the back of his head, and took off the platinum ribbon on his eyes without hesitation.

Having not seen for a long time, Murphy couldn't see anything clearly when he took off the ribbon.

But it was night at this time, and he had long been used to this dark environment, and with only a blink of an eye, everything in the night gradually fell into his eyes.

But seeing the scene in front of him, Murphy had already organized words in his heart to scold the other party: "..."

"What on earth are you... going to do?" His voice softened slightly, and there was an indescribable doubt in it.

Murphy could only see Cecil's back. The outline was no different from the ones he had seen before. His long black hair reached the ground, and his tall body was wrapped in a pitch-black robe. If it weren't for the moonlight coming in from the window, Murphy would Still can't see him or what he's holding.

Cecil, who was standing in the corner of the room, looked down at the glorious lion on his left hand and the black-haired child on his right: "..."

I'm not, I'm not, listen to me!

"Murphy, I just want to make room." To make room for myself.

Murphy took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm: "You put them down first."

Cecil was relieved, and very naturally put the two cubs into the corner in front of Murphy, and then turned around and walked like Murphy.

Murphy looked at Jiujiu and Joshua, who were overlapping and lying on their backs: "..." I don't know if I should say a curse word or not.

Just when he wanted Cecil to bring him back, he suddenly couldn't spit out the words that he hadn't spoken yet.

The closer Cecil got, the clearer Murphy could see.

The moonlight shone in, and the light haloed in front of Murphy's bed. Sitting beside Murphy's bed, Cecil was exposed to the dim moonlight.

His face was pale, and he looked more fragile than Murphy himself, with a sad look on his face.

Murphy was actually a bit of a face controler, and Cecil's appearance was in line with his aesthetics, but at this time, the face control and so on had to be sidelined.

In Murphy's opinion, the God of Darkness who escaped from the Holy Land and then sent troops to the Church of Light should live comfortably and at ease, so that he can still have the leisure to come to his side to find a sense of existence at this time, but at this moment he suddenly doesn't believe his guess so much up.

Murphy's eyes fell on his forehead. The pale skin was like dry and cracked land. The skin and flesh split almost covered half of his face, but the god's face was extremely beautiful, and the remaining half made him look It's not that scary, but it's a bit more strangely beautiful.

The same is true of his chest, the dark cracks extending from the slightly open front of his clothes, like cobwebs built on the white snow, enough to see the wounds under the black robe.

Murphy: "..." Obviously, he has escaped from the Holy Land for so long and gathered a large number of his followers. Why does this god seem to have a worse life than him?

"What's wrong with you?" The anger in Murphy's heart suddenly disappeared, and he had a feeling that the dark god in front of him would die suddenly in a second.

Cecil looked into Murphy's eyes. The black flowers that bloomed from the pure golden pupils abruptly destroyed the holiness of his body, making him a little more monstrous.

If he hadn't been impulsive at that time, Murphy wouldn't be like this, but if he asked one more question, such a thing wouldn't happen.

Cecil took Murphy's hand, lowered his head slowly, and put his hand on his still intact cheek. The black hair slipped from behind the ear, and fell softly on Murphy's arm, and he Long golden hair intertwined.

"I'm sorry, Murphy." He said in a low voice.

His hand against Murphy was cold, and Murphy could feel the coolness in his exhaled breath, and it was a little urgent, as if he was enduring some pain.

Looking at the figure lying beside him, Murphy couldn't help frowning.

He should have thrown the other party away without hesitation, but the sympathy quietly rising at this moment prevented him from breaking free immediately.

Murphy asked indifferently, "Why are you injured again? When you left, the wound was almost healed, wasn't it?"

Cecil raised his head in a daze, as if he didn't expect that Murphy would still care about his injury at this time, and deliberately fiddled with his hair, covering most of the wound on his forehead: "I want to help you restore your eyes."

His voice was low, and there was a faint excitement of being recognized in his tone.

Restoring the eyes...

Murphy touched his eyes subconsciously, and the slightly fluctuating emotions in his heart cooled down again, and he pulled his hand out in Cecil's surprise.

His silence represented his attitude, and now he didn't trust Cecil as much as before.

He briefly let go of his opinions on Cecil because of his injury, but it doesn't mean everything is back to the way it was before.

Murphy had a chance, a chance to live.

Regardless of whether it was the God of Darkness or the God of Light in the Holy Land, as long as nothing happened later, he could survive the war and escape the mortal ending that belonged to "Murphy" just by building a good relationship with the other party.

So at that time, Cecil, the god in the Holy Land, was Murphy's only hope.

But he also ruined his eyes because of this, and embarked on another dead end.

From hope to despair.

Murphy blinked, feeling sour.

He looked at Cecil seriously, looked straight into his eyes, temporarily put aside the dispute between them, and said softly: "Cecile, don't give me any more hope."

The author has something to say: Feifei: I am wronged very much!

For Feifei, this aroma is probably like the smell of fried chicken and milk tea that drives me crazy when I lose weight.