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

"Are you okay?" Cecil asked softly, holding Murphy's side weakly with one hand.

Murphy shook his head. There were a lot of accidents today, but he also knew that Jiu Jiu didn't do it on purpose. It seems that the matter of Jiu Jiu's weight loss that Eunice mentioned before should be put on the agenda.

"Small injury, nothing to worry about."

The healing magic that was used on the child at the blessing meeting just now was used by Murphy unconsciously, one thing and another, because at that moment, Murphy also knew how to heal himself.

It's just that he is extremely tired now, and the magical elements in his body have been completely consumed all at once. Although he is slowly recovering, he still has a faint throbbing pain. He can heal himself when he goes back to rest.

However, before he finished his sentence, the ending sound suddenly raised.

Warm fingers directly touched his thigh, and Murphy shivered, and the sting of the wound became more intense, because his body became subconsciously sensitive because of the close contact with other people.

Cecil's movements were smooth and flowing, and by the time Eunice realized it, some warm white light had appeared on his fingertips, and he was already treating Murphy.

"Let go!" Eunice yelled impatiently.

Even if His Royal Highness Son was too exhausted to do anything, but she, Eunice, was probably dead. How could it be an outsider's turn to do it?

Especially with the power of light to heal this injury, it can be used directly, but this person dares to touch His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, it is really despicable!

Eunice looked at the slightly red and swollen skin on His Highness Son's leg due to injury, and almost burst into anger in her heart.

Cecil blocked Eunice with his other hand casually and pushed his hand away, raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Sister, don't worry, this little injury has been taken care of."

"Eunice, it's okay." Murphy also felt that the tingling pain disappeared, and only the feeling of two fingertips covering the side was particularly clear, and it was a bit embarrassing, so he thanked her.

Knowing the careful thought in his words, Cecil didn't stay long.

His speed was fast enough. At this time, even the blood beads from the wound hadn't solidified. Before closing his hand, he wiped away all the blood beads with his fingertips, and Murphy's fair skin was stained with a thin layer of pink. .

"Little heart is out of clothes." Cecil said, but with his hands behind his back, he twisted his fingertips that were also covered in pink, as if he was reminiscing about the tactile sensation.

Murphy's face was covered with black lines, and he turned around without a trace. What the hell is this groping thing?The clothes are all torn, so as his son, it is difficult to repair and continue to use...

The Bright Church is not so poor!

The slit in the robe was actually not that big, probably about the length of a forearm, and it would be fine if only one or two layers were torn, but Jiujiu scratched all of Murphy's ceremonial attire.

The hem of the clothes that had been stacked together because of their weight swelled up due to the continuous inflow of wind. The so-called "wind blows the butt cool", this time Murphy felt it.

In any case, Murphy felt that this Raphael was somewhat strange, so it was better to keep a distance.

Cecil chuckled and took off his robe, but it was handed to Eunice who was hostile to him: "On the way back, you might as well use this as a cover."

"Since His Royal Highness is fine, Raphael will leave first. Archbishop Trollope has something to ask me, so it has been delayed for a while."

Cecil looked at Murphy and showed a kind smile: "May the God of Light bless you, my Holy Son."

This time, Cecil's figure truly disappeared from Eunice's sight.

Murphy: "Eunice, what did he give?"

Eunice stood beside Murphy and glanced at the crack. Although it was not big, it would be blown away from time to time to reveal the shocking whiteness.

No matter what, it was impossible for Eunice to let His Highness the Holy Son just walk back like this, and her robe could not be used by His Highness the Holy Son, and this was the only way available for a while.

"Master Rafael left his robe, Your Highness, please wear this to go back first." Eunice said softly, while putting on the robe for him, Murphy obediently let her move, The coolness pouring in behind him quickly disappeared.

This made him secretly relieved.

And Jiujiu, who was the cause of everything, was nestling beside Murphy, trying to reduce his sense of existence, looking up pitifully from time to time, hoping to be forgiven by his master.

It's a pity that Murphy really couldn't see him, and Eunice was a little bit angry at it at the moment, so naturally she didn't want to talk to him.

When Eunice supported Murphy to leave, Jiujiu wailed and grabbed Murphy's calf. This time, it obediently put away its sharp claws, and it would never happen again like before up.

"Chirp."

Knowing that he had made a mistake, Jiujiu's voice didn't have the same air as before, and his ears drooped. Thinking that the owner hit it angrily before, and it made the master angry again, Jiujiu fell into fear .

In the past, the owner didn't like it very much. Occasionally, he would let it get close, but he just rubbed against it. He was actually very surprised when he suddenly reached out to it half a month ago, but the owner changed his attitude towards it so suddenly.

However, it only enjoyed half a month of happiness, and this beautiful happiness was destroyed by itself, and perhaps its owner would resist its approach as before.

Jiujiu whimpered softly, feeling that this was probably the end for him, he slowly let go of his paws, and was about to turn around and leave, but he didn't want to be hugged suddenly.

"What's wrong with Jiujiu? Were weeping because we knew we made a mistake? Let me touch it to see if there are any tears!" Murphy squatted down and lifted Jiujiu into his arms, feeling the fat cat in his arms stiff It was ridiculous for a while.

Jiujiu listened to Murphy's words, the feeling of grievance welled up in his heart, and obediently let Murphy grope on him, his big eyes were full of water, he couldn't help sniffling, and cried out in a low voice .

Later, Jiujiu really couldn't hold it back anymore, tears and snot fell like crazy, but even at this time, it controlled itself not to wipe the tears on the master's clothes, all on the robe he wore outside.

Murphy pinched its neck, trying to make Jiujiu relax: "Hey, I know you didn't mean it, and besides, I didn't get hurt. Are you worried? Be good, it's okay, Jiujiu is the best."

For Murphy, kittens and puppies should be taught well just like children. When they are misbehaving, they must be taught.

But when it is unintentional, there is no need to go online like this, especially Jiujiu already knows that he is wrong, and when he is afraid, he can't make Jiujiu worry more, instead he should comfort it.

It shouldn't be a problem to be scratched by a cat in this world, Murphy thought so, and soon relaxed.

Although Jiujiu is a glorious lion, different from ordinary small animals, there is no difference between them in the eyes of Murphy who doesn't know everything, and Jiujiu also likes this.

So, Jiujiu, who had finally calmed down, lay in Murphy's arms with two big tears in his eyes, whimpering and coquettish, while Murphy struggled to hold it and walked back.

This time, it was really imminent to lose weight for Jiujiu, and it was really too much to hold Murphy like this.

But behind them, Cecil, who left first, did not leave. He stood behind the dense bushes, and the green leaves and light completely blocked his figure.

Archbishop Trollope is just an excuse for him, and if he stays too long, his little holy son will be suspicious, especially the attitude of the nuns around him is not very good to him.

Cecil watched Murphy leave with Jiujiu in his arms, but his feelings towards Murphy were more complicated.

A while ago, he was angry because of the glory lion's domineering, but when he was injured because of the glory lion, he was able to comfort it in turn, not taking his injury seriously.

This little saint who suddenly walked into his field of vision was really different from ordinary people.

While meditating, Cecil avoided everyone's sight and returned to the Holy Land again. For him, the teleportation array hidden in the dark that can enter and exit the Holy Land is very useful, especially when he controls Raphael. When you have a body.

In the endless darkness, all the light has been heavily wrapped. The dark and cold mist is something Cecil is all too familiar with, and it is also the manifestation of his power. Returning here gives him a feeling of controlling power, and this The Holy Land is indeed all under his control.

Cecil manipulated this body and sat cross-legged, closing his eyes.

Soon the black-haired dark god on the central round platform sat up, the injuries on the top of his head and chest were still serious, and a steady stream of dark elements poured out from the wound, which was beyond his control, but the speed of this loss was far faster than Much slower before he regained consciousness.

Under the round platform, Raphael, who was sitting cross-legged and practicing, moved his eyes, as if he was about to open them.

Cecil suddenly realized something, his eyes flickered, and Raphael's consciousness was suppressed again.

He opened his eyes, and it was still Cecil who controlled the body at this moment.

He rubbed his fingers, and the pale pink blood on his fingertips disappeared without a trace.

The man surrounded by the power of light raised his head, his eyes were facing the black eyes of the man on the round platform, and he was a little surprised to see some strong emotions in them.

That child is mine and only I can touch him.

So even if I am the one who controls this body, only I can know those memories and perceptions.

His little holy son can't see clearly, so he doesn't run around, he has been quiet all the time, and has nothing else to do except pray and practice, his legs seem to be much slender compared to the rest Less, but also a lot weaker.

There is no excess fat, slender and slender, soft and slightly gentle, it seems that even the blood flowing in it has a strong fragrance.

In the darkness, Raphael lowered his head again, and a low laugh echoed on the round platform.

The author has something to say: Raphael: Eyes are the windows of the soul, they can see many things, so... I see myself