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

Murphy's body gradually lit up, and the rich light magic elements illuminated the surrounding area, and the wider the range he could "see".

The power gushing out of his body is like a part of his body, and every bit of extension gives Murphy an extremely open feeling, just thinking of the experience of being able to experience everything so easily in the outside world, the current situation is even more embarrassing. He is nervous.

Groping forward in the unknown darkness, there may be hidden crises behind every point of vision gained, so Murphy couldn't help being nervous.

As Murphy had guessed earlier, he was on a flat ground, and in front of him was a place similar to an altar, but at this moment, there was nothing in his field of vision, and there was no sign of living things.

And because of this special detection method, Murphy would unconsciously look in that direction while gaining a field of vision.

This is not what a blindfolded person should do.

Cecil, who was sitting on the round platform, noticed Murphy's actions at the first time, and realized that Murphy must have obtained external information through some special methods, and this information is likely to be those constantly spreading lights. It was given to him by magic elements.

Before he knew it, his little holy son had mastered some abilities that he didn't know about, and this ability still caused him some troubles now.

But what gave him a headache was that the magic elements of the light system had already touched the edge of the central round table, and it would not be long before his existence would be exposed.

Cecil's smile was a bit difficult. He wanted to avoid Murphy's sight, but he couldn't do it in this situation.

Now Murphy is vigilant against all movements in the outside world. If he retreats, he will cause some disturbances. If he does not move, he will be discovered sooner or later, not to mention that his body is bound to this round platform.

Even though everything around him seemed to be shattered by the biting chill in the long passage of time, and the entire holy place was as dark and dead as if he had completely controlled it, the statue of the God of Light still standing behind him represented that the constraints on his body still existed.

This is not a restraint set up for fear of his resurgence. On the contrary, the top leaders of the Church of Light have never thought of such a possibility.

The God of Darkness has been dead for thousands of years, and the chance of waking up after a thousand years is so slim. Therefore, the existence of this bondage is only to prevent any greedy person from taking him out of the Holy Land from the daring attempt to monopolize his body. A small limitation of this impermissible behavior.

Therefore, this bondage was originally left by Cecil to confuse the people of the Church of Light. After all, how could an existence as proud as a god continue to dormant after waking up? The people of the Church of Light did not find the problem, but they did not expect to let him "" Reap the consequences."

The god with broken wings looked down at him, the shattered eyeballs were devoid of light, and the expression of pity seemed to be a little mocking at this moment, mocking this man who was always on the opposite side of him.

The light magic element pushed forward was only a hair away from Cecil, and his face slowly sank.

Although it was just an accident, the fact that he woke up must not be exposed. He loves Murphy, but it is worse than himself. The blame can only be blamed on his curiosity.

Murphy, who was puzzled by a strange noise, hadn't realized that someone was staring at him, and without realizing it, he fixed his eyes on a bunch of small bumps.

Murphy's special vision relies on the magic elements of the light system covering it, and through the shapes outlined by them, it is possible to easily identify what these things are.

So what Murphy could see was a bright light, and everything even their lines were the color of light. Of course, because the Holy Land was filled with black light spots, the light magic elements that enveloped all shapes were even more eye-catching.

Moving objects are best identified, such as Jiujiu and Joshua who are fighting, but when stationary objects have no special or easily identifiable shape, Murphy needs to judge by himself.

Now, looking at this pile of things, Murphy felt even more suspicious.

He could touch the ground around him with his hand, and the ground was covered with a layer of ice. When his fingertips passed over, there was a icy chill, and then some wet water stains would swim out on his fingertips due to body temperature.

This holy place is filled with endless chill, so Murphy can be sure that every place in the holy place is wrapped in ice, just like everything he can feel now, so this pile of abrupt standing here seems to be just now The shattered ice balls are even more strange.

"What's this?" Murphy said to himself.

He got up from the mat, walked to the edge of the round platform, leaned on the round platform with one hand, bent over and leaned towards the pile of broken ice.

He was already extremely close to the round platform, so close that Cecil could touch him as soon as he stretched out his hand, so Cecil didn't react to Murphy's sudden movement, let alone avoid it.

Murphy bumped his head against something, which was cold and hard, and the sudden stimulation made him suddenly lose control of the force released. After a dim flicker, Murphy's eyes returned to darkness.

The fragile forehead soon became red and swollen, but he suppressed the cry of pain in his throat, not daring to let it out at all, and he maintained this posture without moving.

What did he hit?

Murphy didn't know.

The ice pile that had grabbed his full attention before had been forgotten by Murphy at this moment, and his full attention was in front of and behind him.

Just now when he hit something, Murphy's conditioned reflex was about to fall backwards, and something reached out and blocked him at that moment.

Murphy took a deep breath, the surroundings were as dead and quiet as ever, and the surroundings were completely cold. Thinking back to the collision just now, the cold touch was still imprinted on Murphy's heart, it should not be a living thing.

Thinking of this, Murphy breathed a sigh of relief again. He might have bumped into a statue in the Holy Land, and then frightened himself, but he was still not sure what the thing behind him was.

Through the thick and complicated robe, the cold air poured into Murphy's body from behind so easily, making his body tense for a while, recalling the feeling of losing control in the last time he practiced in the Holy Land.

Murphy collected himself, and touched back slightly with his hands. The first thing he touched was the cold cloth, and the tentacles were as cold as ice but still smooth.

Murphy was taken aback. Are the statues in the Holy Land still wearing clothes...

Maybe it was because he was too nervous before, but now that he had calmed down a little, Murphy heard other voices, and the low heartbeat sounded in his ears, steady and powerful.

He wanted to convince himself that what he heard was his own heartbeat, but it was not so easy to deceive himself.

That's when the facts become crystal clear.

Murphy bumped into a person. Although the person's body was as cold as ice, there was still a steady heartbeat in his chest.

The other party didn't speak, and neither did Murphy, but he didn't dare to move the hand holding the other party's sleeve at the moment, for fear that if he moved, he would cause big trouble.

The people other than him who quietly appeared in the Holy Land, although the other party seemed to protect him, and did not attack him while he was not aware of it, Murphy only felt his scalp tingling.

His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, but somewhere in the dark, something was beating with the speed of his heartbeat. This inexplicable feeling made Murphy's face bloodshot and stained a little red.

The extraordinarily close feeling seems to be calling him. Two forces that suddenly appeared in an unknown danger are attracting Murphy, and the invisible force pulls him to continue to approach.

Tenderness, warmth, tolerance and familiarity were the only feelings Murphy felt in the severe cold, and suddenly the coldness became less scary.

Cecil lowered his head, and he could see the top of Murphy's hair. The soft blond hair poured down, and part of it covered his hand softly, itching slightly.

Even the hair of the little holy son in front of him has that kind of soft heat, which is the "live" heat that he has been longing for for a long time.

The chill is only a manifestation of Cecil's power, but after he was injured, in order to fight against those tyrannical forces of light, even his own power was out of control. When he woke up from a deep sleep, he was already such a People shrouded in cold, the fresh vitality that once belonged to the gods has been silenced by thousands of years of depression.

Perhaps because of this wonderful desire, he supported Murphy's waist when he fell backwards, further revealing his own existence in front of him.

He was nervous.

Cecil, who was watching all the changes of Murphy, lowered his eyes. Now that he has discovered his existence, what will he do?

Trying to contact someone from the outside world or is there a message to pass?

It was a pity that although his body could not leave the platform, it was enough for Murphy to stay here forever.

He didn't want to treat Murphy the way he treated Raphael. It seemed that it would be less fun, but if he wanted to maintain the distance he liked in his heart, he could only do so.

After all, the little guy is a pious Son of Light, he will not lie or hide anything, and he will reveal things in the Holy Land to some extent.

In order to save some trouble, some price must be paid.

Cecil sighed silently, his left hand was still behind Murphy's back, but his right hand quietly reached the top of Murphy's head.

Little guy, I just forget some things, I will try my best not to hurt you.

As he moved his hands down, Cecil almost felt the heat from Murphy's body, but the wounds on his head and chest suddenly began to tingle.

He was a little surprised to see the golden power rippling from Murphy's body again, gradually covering his body. The power left by the God of Light and the Glory Lion affected Murphy's power, and completely lost the aggressiveness in his body. Be soft and friendly.

These two forces that had been fighting against him for thousands of years were awakened by Murphy's approach. They recognized Murphy and conveyed their kindness to him.

Cecil didn't know if his decision to keep Murphy was right or not. Under such circumstances, he should have been obliterated, which was regarded as getting rid of the biggest enemy in the future - if he kept letting it go, one day he would grow to that point.

But Cecil was unwilling, inexplicable emotions made him unwilling.

"Did you save me last time?"

Murphy in his arms suddenly raised his head, with a somewhat puzzled and puzzled expression on his face, but there was no resistance as he had thought before.

Cecil heard the wavering in his heart.

The hand that fell along the way gently stroked the top of Murphy's head, and Cecil spoke as gently as possible.

"it's me."

The author has something to say: Cecil: Playing a mouse? ? ?Am I shameless for blackmailing someone?I am so cruel that my wife is my vest!Of course I love him so much, I won't hurt him

A certain cuckoo: You put your raised hand down before you speak!