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

Raphael woke up with a chill.

He was drowsy, like a dream, many sounds and scenes appeared in his mind one by one, but he couldn't see and hear clearly at all.

He remembered that he seemed to wake up for a while, but for some reason he quickly fell asleep again.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting cross-legged on the ground in a crooked posture, and when his neck moved slightly, it made a clicking sound that was on the verge of breaking.

Raphael couldn't believe it. He clearly came to the Holy Land to practice, how could he suddenly fall asleep, and when he opened his eyes, he lost his robe.

The few lamps he had lit before were still burning, and the light broke through the fog, allowing him to vaguely see the body on the round platform. In addition, Grandpa Trollope and Archbishop McKim had inspected the Holy Land before. It's a problem, so although Raphael was worried, he couldn't convince himself.

It's just that the longer he was awake, the more things he remembered. He remembered that he went out just to watch the blessing meeting hosted by Murphy, and even ran into Grandpa Trollope.

Strange, why didn't he remember when he just woke up, where did his clothes go?

Raphael shook his head in pain, and slowly remembered about the black-haired and black-eyed child.

He was silent for a while: "Murphy... just pretending to be a gesture, he has always been lucky, otherwise..."

The unfinished words disappeared into the air, but the unwillingness in his tone was extremely clear.

Raphael touched his eyes. Even if he is not in front of the mirror at the moment, he still knows that those dark lines will always remain in his pupils, unless one day his strength can reach a certain height, but even Mai Archbishop Kim failed to do so.

This black pattern came from the rapid absorption of the pure power of darkness. Because of that luck, among him and Murphy, he was chosen to be the inner son of the church.

He doesn't need to appear in front of people, and he can't appear in front of people, because those half-black pupils will make people doubt his identity, and the church never intends to make this secret public.

Raphael only needs to practice, he must always walk in front of the outer holy son, unless one day Murphy dies due to an accident, it will be the time when he is born, before that he will hide in the dark, almost no one will know him The presence.

Raphael hated this incident countless times in his heart, and as Murphy's status in the hearts of the people rose, his hatred became more obvious.

He was jealous of Murphy, but there was nothing he could do.

After what happened today, he could foresee that Murphy would be even more admired.

Bright light enveloped Raphael's body, and he used simple healing magic on himself, making the discomfort on his body disappear slowly.

He closed his eyes, and stirred up the dark energy around him again.

As long as he is strong enough, there will be a day when he can replace Murphy, and only a fool like Murphy will not know what the energy of the dark system is like.

He, Raphael, should be the Holy Son of Light recognized by everyone and loved by the God of Light.

After he closed his eyes, Cecil in the black mist opened his eyes and looked at him, with a somewhat mocking smile on his face.

No wonder his little holy son didn't think why the dark energy is so strong here. It turned out that no one taught him at all, or deliberately omitted the part about the dark energy, only telling him that it can help you It's something for cultivation, so that little guy will appear so ignorant in some respects.

Protecting him in the church headquarters is indeed the best guarantee for his life, but it will not let him touch those dark sides, and he will never realize what he is touching.

But it was Raphael's unrealistic fantasy that made Cecil mock.

Even if the God of Light is still alive, a person who intentionally violates his entrustment and knows that there is darkness around him and has to take a shortcut but says to believe in him, and an ignorant person who believes in him devoutly, which one is the holy son he wants? , without guesswork.

There are always people who wantonly speculate on the thoughts of the gods, but those who don't know the gods hate it.

They love simple and pious people, just like Cecil loves Murphy.

The Son of the Old Enemy is extraordinarily lovable.

Cecil showed a meaningful smile, and he was waiting for the moment when Murphy entered the Holy Land again.

***

Soaked in the slightly scalding water, Murphy let out a long sigh of relief.

But even when taking a bath, the ribbon on the eyes still cannot be taken off.

That's why in the past, the holy son of Murphy had people wait on him while taking a bath, but Murphy couldn't stand this kind of thing. Once someone was around, he didn't even dare to take off his clothes, and there was a lump in his heart.

Probably because he was afraid that he would drown in the bath without seeing him, Murphy fought for a long time before finally getting Eunice to agree not to send anyone to guard him, and Murphy was able to liberate his nature.

The heat enveloping his body made him feel extremely relaxed, and the unique fragrance in the water made him drowsy.

It's just that this drowsiness was quickly broken by the chirping sound of jumping into the water.

Jiujiu, whose hair was soaked in water and still round, pulled the water and swam to Murphy's side. Jiujiu yelled and got close to him, and leaned over to lick his exposed shoulder, which made Murphy itchy when it was wet.

"Jiujiu, don't make trouble." Murphy pushed away its big head, and hugged it into his arms, "Is the paw dirty after going out to play today?"

Jiujiu shook his head, and the water shook Murphy's head.

Dirty is really dirty, but it was cleaned before it was put in by Eunice, and now Jiujiu is a sweet-smelling Jiujiu.

Jiujiu's sadness and sadness come and go quickly, and the little emotions before this moment are gone, and he is writhing happily in Murphy's arms.

"I don't believe it, come, wash your paws." Murphy grabbed Jiujiu's paw and kneaded it, and Jiujiu leaned on his chest and gurgled comfortably.

No matter what, Jiujiu's dream of washing his claws has come true.

By the time one person and one pet climbed up from the water, it had been quite a while.

Jiujiu shook off the water from his body, golden light enveloped its whole body, and the half-wet hair fluffed up in just a few seconds, and it was already completely dry.

Murphy wiped the water on his body, recalling the feeling when he used the healing magic, subconsciously imitated it, and just brushed his hand lightly, the long golden hair lost the dampness, and instantly became dry.

In the past, Eunice helped him deal with it, but this was the first time Murphy did it himself.

Murphy raised his eyebrows in surprise. He only knew that martial arts masters could use internal energy to dry wet clothes, but he didn't expect the magical elements in his body to have a similar effect.

Murphy, who was in a happy mood, put on his unlined clothes and followed Jiujiu out of the bathroom.

He was extremely sleepy, and Jiujiu was tired from being startled. As soon as he lay down on the bed, Murphy felt that he couldn't open his eyes. Jiujiu crawled to his side, curled up his tail and lay down.

Murphy pulled it into the bed, and sleeping with a fat cat was indeed a great blessing in life.

Just when Murphy was about to fall asleep, he heard Eunice's knock on the door again.

After he responded, Eunice pushed the door open, and Murphy heard small pattering footsteps, while Eunice was still following outside with light steps.

Because he couldn't see, he was extremely sensitive to the sound, and now he knew who it was.

The moment the door was pushed open, the black-haired and black-eyed child saw the blond boy sitting on the head of the bed facing the door. Perhaps because he was completely lazy after taking a bath, he seemed a little more intimate.

The dirt on his body has been dealt with long ago, the tangled hair was washed and combed, and the curly edges are fluffy, which made his already thin figure suddenly look like a big-headed doll.

The shabby clothes were replaced by the small white robes in the church, and the black on the hair looked extremely soft.

When the child saw Murphy at the first sight, he was the only one left. He pursed his lips and ran towards him, threw himself on him silently, stretched out his arms and hugged his waist, and half of him lay on his back. at every turn.

Eunice watched this scene quietly from behind, jealous in her heart that the child was able to get so close to His Highness the Son and at the same time be a little softer.

If it weren't for the Son of Murphy and his blood that turned red, no one would be willing to approach him, but this child is not rare, he is afraid of everything he can see, people or things, he only cares about the Son Your Highness.

After the cleaning, the nun who took him to clean sent him here according to Murphy's instructions, and Eunice brought him over to see that his previous indifference and fear suddenly became more dependent.

Only her Holy Son can have this kind of power, can change the world's thinking, and win the respect of others.

Murphy carried the child to bed: "It's you, are you tired? If you are tired, sleep with your brother for a while?"

He was really sleepy, he didn't even want to ask the child's name, he just wanted to close his eyes and see the God of Light in his dream.

The child nodded obediently. It was only because of his desire to see Murphy that he survived until now, and leaned his head against Murphy's arms.

The dazed Murphy threw off the quilt and fell down, falling asleep soon.

Chirp who was forgotten aside: "???"

Am I not the owner's favorite cutie?Why is it not me who is lying in his arms now?Where did this little monster with black hair and black eyes come from? ? ?

Jiujiu was full of doubts, and was afraid of waking Murphy, so he could only reach in with his paws and quietly wanted to pull the child away to replace him, but it pulled the child and moved without leaving a gap.

Jiujiu didn't believe in evil, the master's arms belonged to him Jiujiu, and he had to pull this little monster out today.

So Jiujiu stretched out his paw firmly again, this time the child frowned and looked back at it, then raised his foot and kicked it.

Jiujiu: "???" Although it didn't hurt, he dared to kick the great lion of glory!

Jiujiu took out again holding back his anger, and soon got a harder kick than before.

Seeing that Murphy's eyelashes fluttered a few times and he was about to be woken up, Jiujiu sniffed aggrievedly, crawled behind Murphy with his hot eyes, and buried himself under the blanket.

Jiujiu doesn't cry, the master is the one who loves Jiujiu the most, and that little kid came later, thinking about Jiujiu, he sniffed again, and his butt was tightly attached to Murphy's back.

ah!Jiu Jiu refused to accept it!Jiu Jiu wronged!

The author has something to say: Jiujiu: I, Jiujiu, am so wronged that I can't speak, I need a hug from my master to get up!

Murphy: snort snort snort

Child: snort snort snort

Jiujiu: Ah, wronged, just wronged!