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

Murphy returned to the Holy Land again, and the familiar icy mist enveloped his body.

Murphy knew that Eunice would wait for him outside the Holy Land and take care of Jiujiu and Joshua for him, so he didn't have to worry about everything.

He exhaled, and his scorching breath condensed into white mist.

This is only the outer hall, and it will only be colder if you walk into the inner palace, so he put a golden shield on himself to keep out all the cold.

Originally, Murphy wanted to use his newly learned ability to see what the Holy Land was like, but he forgot that there was no light magic element in the Holy Land, and only these powers could give him vision.

So when he tried to look, Murphy found himself in an endless darkness, with no light except around him.

Murphy: "..."

The Holy Land of the Guangming Church is so mysterious that he really has no clue, so he can only practice honestly.

It won't be too late to come to understand when he can really see it when he is an adult. It is also a harmless place to him. Although there was a problem last time, didn't there be a god to save his lovely and pure son?

Murphy, who had just found a reason for himself, subconsciously used this reason to convince himself...

Murphy, who was kneeling on the mat along the old road, didn't notice that in front of him, the black-haired man had opened his eyes and looked at him with scrutiny, with a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth. .

Cecil stared at the only light in the dark hall, illuminating this small space like a firefly.

The lamps left by Raphael were frozen by the cold fog again after he left. This may be a little bit of Cecil's bad taste.

Even though Murphy couldn't see it in the first place, he could only see such a holy little saint in front of him in total darkness. Thinking of this, Cecil changed his posture and looked at him with his chin propped up.

It has been almost a month since Murphy entered the Holy Land last time. Although Cecil used Raphael's body to go out and meet Murphy, he still found that Murphy's power was stronger than before.

Before Murphy practiced out of control, it was Cecil who saved his life. When he extracted most of the cold dark energy from Murphy's body, he deliberately controlled the amount to ensure that Murphy could survive this time. benefit from training.

It's just that that kind of gain is far inferior to the increase in strength that Murphy showed in front of Cecil at this time.

The only explanation is that during the period when Murphy left the Holy Land, the vows from the believers made him more powerful.

That's right, after that blessing meeting, even Cecil himself looked at Murphy differently, let alone those ordinary people.

Because of the things that happened in front of them, those things that would have been a crime of covering up darkness if any ordinary person did it, what Murphy did was a completely different ending, and the believers once again made Murphy Hold it up to the sky.

Murphy is indeed a true Son of Light, a Son of Light recognized by the people and the church, and no one will be able to shake his identity before an accident happens.

And Cecil would not allow accidents to happen.

It is true that he is the Holy Son of Light, but who can guarantee that he will still be the Holy Son of Light in the future?

Cecil stretched out his hand and quietly swept away a bit of the light energy outside Murphy's body. His movements were silent and covered by countless black mist, so Murphy didn't notice.

This is completely pure light power, mixed with a little strong will power, and it is the best thing to heal his injuries.

The power of the will generated by faith cannot be used by people. It is like a wanton accumulation of advantages that can be superimposed infinitely. When the qualitative change becomes quantitative, its owner will undergo earth-shaking changes. god.

Inherit the vows of the ancestors and gain eternal life and power.

Once the position of the gods has been revealed, the vows of the believers will not be scattered in the future, and will become the source of the power of the gods, continuously blessing and growing, and at the same time, the gods will protect the believers and benefit each other, so the gods will last forever.

Although Murphy has the power of the light camp, Cecil himself is in the position of a god. Even if the power of desire is not born for him, it can be wiped out by him and completely used by him.

It's just that the power of this wish is scarce, and it's not good to wantonly deprive Murphy of it. Although the power of this little guy is more than ordinary people, it is not enough for Cecil to get involved a few times, otherwise the sacred breath on him will be destroyed. Depriving him of everything will not only lose his identity as the Holy Son, but also attract the attention of the Church of Light.

Not cost-effective.

But Cecil hadn't felt this kind of power for a long time, and even the thinnest power was enough for him to close his eyes comfortably.

Through the black mist, one can vaguely see the huge wounds on his head and heart. The golden breath is entangled in the shattered wounds, and the sharp and powerful light power remains on them, hindering the recovery of Cecil's injuries. slowly destroy it.

Originated from the deadly attack of the God of Light and the Lion of Glory, the power of light carried on it cannot even be disintegrated by Cecil, and can only be wiped out at an extremely small speed day after day. According to this speed, it is estimated that it will take It takes more than half a year to completely eliminate the wound, and then repair the wound.

Now is the best situation, the tyrannical force in these two injuries that could kill Cecil if he is not careful, because the master has died and gradually calmed down over the long years, he is no longer as unscrupulous as before. Rampage, the damage to Cecil has been reduced to the minimum.

Naturally, Cecil would not be so stupid as to stir up these two forces for no reason, causing trouble and suffering for himself, but it has to be said that the power snatched from Murphy may be due to its purity. The effect of treating Cecil's wound is much better, at least that old man in Sarenfith is completely incomparable.

Cecil digested this power, and when he looked at Murphy again, his eyes became a little more eager to move.

It's just that he can no longer treat Murphy like he treated Sarenfis before. The old man's death can be forgiven, and his life is at the end, but once there is something wrong with the bright Son of Light, even a little problem is enough to be bright The church will have a lot of trouble when they check the Holy Land.

Cecil sighed, watching Murphy frown slightly.

The feeling of wanting to eat something delicious but not being able to eat it is really unbearable.

It's just that Cecil didn't disturb Murphy's cultivation. Although he was so bored that he wanted to see Murphy's reaction after he noticed the problem of the Holy Land, he decided not to expose it to Murphy in a short time to avoid unexpected situations.

The boy's tall and straight figure kneeling in the darkness is like a light in the night sky, and no matter where he is in the hall, he can see a little trace through the black mist.

The pure white robe is gathered around the waist, and the neck is tightly wrapped with a platinum collar. The hands clasped in front of the chest have slender fingers and clean joints. Even the slight nod of the head makes people feel the remoteness of his body. An unattainable sense of ascetic sanctity.

Only Cecil knew how soft and warm that seemingly smooth, jade-like skin was, and how evocative it was.

Looking at the appearance alone, even the former God of Light can't surpass this young man. Every person who is born with light makes people unable to move their eyes away.

Cecil lowered his eyes and rested his fingertips on the cold ground. Frost spread from his fingertips, and a small human figure slowly appeared. It was a shrunken version of Murphy, and even the roots of his hair were distinct.

With a few simple sketches, the expression and posture were easily depicted. Cecil reached out and stroked its drooping side face, just like stroking Murphy who was kneeling in front of him, his movements were gentle and gentle.

Make him my Son.

Cecil heard what was going on in his mind.

This is the first time he is interested in a person like this. Even the only saint of the Illuminati Church, which once dominated the entire Barenque continent, couldn't let him take a closer look. But this young man is different, just like this. It seems that even moving can affect his heart, just such a blind man.

He has been asleep for too long, and also lonely for too long.

The gods are unattainable, no one can approach them, and no one dares to approach them.

The child who is close at hand belongs to the light, and his existence has touched the peaceful heart of the dark god.

Cecil smiled casually. There was indeed something wrong with him. The long deep sleep made him have more thoughts that shouldn't have arisen, and maybe he would get tired after a long time.

It's just that he can give preference to this favorite child before he burns out.

Having made a decision that satisfied him, Cecil glanced at his "favorite" child, and with a touch, the small ice sculpture in front of him shattered, with no human figure visible, as if his thoughts were just a flash However, after all, no trace of existence could be found.

The little guy will continue to practice in the Holy Land for a long time, and in the days to come, he may be able to see each other as long as he opens his eyes. Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so boring.

When Cecil was about to concentrate on repairing his wound, Murphy, who was kneeling not far from the round platform, suddenly raised his head.

This was not his illusion, Murphy heard the sound of something breaking.

His hearing was exceptionally sensitive, especially in such a silent darkness. There was no one in the Holy Land, only himself, so where would this sound come from?

With this in mind, Murphy stopped his cultivation.

It seemed that something had been bumped into, or something had been broken, and everything became blurred when he thought about it after he noticed it. Murphy was extremely puzzled, and began to listen.

Cecil on the round platform subconsciously lowered his breathing, and his eyes swept over the ice slag in front of him with some annoyance.

Just now he also forgot that the little Shengzi would find out about this movement, and he was alerted by not noticing it for a while.

Murphy listened for a while, but there was no sound, but he didn't think he heard it wrong: "A mouse?"

Will there be rats in the Holy Land of the Illuminati Church?

Cecil heard clearly: "..."

After hesitating for a while, Murphy still wanted to check the outside world. Since there is no light magic element that can give him vision, he might as well let him create the conditions himself.

Cecil was taken aback for a moment, watching in amazement the countless magic elements of the light system floating out of Murphy's body and slowly approaching him.

The author has something to say: Murphy: Let this fairy man see which mouse is wandering around

A certain mouse: ...This development is really not what I expected