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

Raphael looked blankly at Murphy in front of him, facing His Highness the Holy Son with a platinum flower pinned in his hair, he just felt that everything in front of him was absurd and ridiculous.

He even thought he was dreaming, otherwise how could he feel that the platinum flower in front of him was so familiar, so familiar that it was exactly the same as the platinum flower that Grandpa Trollope gave him yesterday.

How can this be?

Raphael laughed disdainfully.

Such an exquisite platinum flower is an excellent cultivation treasure for light magicians. The platinum flower can only be bred by depriving all the surrounding platinum flowers of all the power they can absorb. Even the golden patterns on it are completely different. .

It is impossible to have two platinum flowers that are exactly the same.

He also got one because of Grandpa Trollope, and as far as he knew, Murphy didn't have one at all.

Looking at the familiar golden lines, where did the flower on Murphy's head come from...

Raphael: "..."

He couldn't help but carefully looked at it for a while, it was clearly his platinum flower! !

It appeared on someone else's body before it was warmed up. If Grandpa Trollope knew about it, he might be severely reprimanded.

Raphael didn't know what happened, and when he was about to ask questions, a previous memory suddenly appeared in his mind.

At that time, he was still cultivating in the secret room, and he was submerged in the strong light magic element, but soon he opened his eyes.

He remembered standing up and walking outside.

It seemed that by accident, he walked outside the room where the Holy Son of Murphy was imparting experience. He looked into the room through the window. The young children and the smiling archbishops all showed their love for the Holy Son of Murphy. very satisfied with the opinion.

Out of some inexplicable emotions, he stayed where he was and didn't leave immediately. He listened to the words spoken by the Holy Son of Murphy, and the gentle tone swept across his heart. Light spontaneously gathers around him.

Raphael knew that he had benefited a lot from Murphy's words.

It's just that he doesn't want to admit that he is not as good as him, he doesn't want to admit that his talent is not as good as Murphy's. It is clear that his strength is far higher than that of Murphy, but for a long time he relied on this stubborn cognition Maintaining his only dignity——Murphy snatched his son's position.

Even if he was just a newborn baby at that time, any decision of the Church of Light had nothing to do with him. Even Grandpa Trollope agreed to this replacement, and Raphael couldn't let it go.

Many times, he who has this idea is as shameful as the darkness in his eyes, and he was reprimanded by Grandpa Trollope for this.

If he hadn't shown up...even so, he couldn't help but think so.

When the lecture was over, he didn't go in, and he didn't let anyone find out that he had come, and left quietly.

But not long after he walked out, he met Murphy again.

At that time, His Royal Highness the Son of God was standing in the corridor talking with Princess Yilan. Rafael watched him feel some strange emotion in his heart, an indescribable emotion. He stood there for a long time before finally walking away. Step up.

What happened later was something he had never imagined, and those clear memories flowed before his eyes.

He throws one question after another and Murphy answers him patiently.

But he clearly felt that his attention didn't seem to be on those issues. On the contrary, he had been paying attention to Murphy. His movements, the slight expression changes on his cheeks, and the curvature of his lips opened and closed, all of which left a deep impression on him.

He saw that he took out the platinum flower and sent it to Murphy's temple, saying that it was a gift from him, without even giving the other party a chance to refuse.

Rafael thought for a long time, and finally judged that that kind of feeling seemed to be called "sex-sex" and "ghost obsession"... Otherwise, how could he give away that platinum flower so easily?

But what puzzled him now was how he could have such thoughts about Murphy, which shouldn't be the thoughts he would have about Murphy.

Raphael quickly realized something was wrong.

He was silent for a long time, all the words were stuck in his throat, he couldn't spit it out, and couldn't swallow it, it firmly nailed him in place.

He felt both the other party and himself were ridiculous.

"Raphael?" Murphy couldn't help asking, unable to hear his reply.

The existence of Raphael was completely strange in Murphy's heart, but the other party also said that this flower was a gift for him, and Murphy could not show his disgust no matter what. made him particularly distressed.

But now that he doesn't speak, Murphy is also worried that something is wrong with him.

Raphael, who was called by name, looked at Murphy's face, and saw that his face was also a bit puzzled, but for some reason, the platinum flower pinned to his ear made Raphael see a bit of beauty , as if it was originally so harmonious with Murphy.

Raphael's heart was affected, he didn't know what was the reason, and he appeared here as soon as he realized it, and the reason for everything was his own good deeds.

Raphael couldn't do such a humiliating thing no matter what.

Because of this, he could only become more and more annoyed, annoyed at Murphy, and at the same time annoyed with himself who sent the things away, he couldn't calm down at all, his face was completely darkened.

Eunice witnessed the whole process from the side, and was also confused by his changes. She thought Raphael was the same as her, but his eyes at the moment did not contain any kindness. Thinking about it this way, Eunice had never heard of someone who would Raphael and His Royal Highness the Son were placed together.

Maybe what she thought was just what she thought.

When Murphy called his name for the second time, Raphael finally couldn't help it: "Shut up!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out between teeth, Raphael glanced at the platinum flower viciously, then turned and left quickly.

Hurry up and leave before he regrets it now, and if this continues, he is afraid that he can't help but snatch the flower back directly, and he will lose face by then.

Even at this time, he still didn't understand why the relationship between himself and Murphy had come to this point. It was like a sudden strange emotion that hit Raphael's heart, but he knew clearly How much I hate him in my heart.

When he was far away and his mind became clearer, he looked back at Murphy, suddenly with a bit of sarcasm.

This is not the first time such a thing has happened. There was a precedent last time. Raphael knew that he had been influenced by something. This special influence made him put Murphy in a unique position, and many things were even taken for granted. happened.

His feelings for Murphy have become two extremes. He is occasionally jealous, resentful that he has taken away his original position, and inexplicably feels a little fond of him.

Raphael knew that he should take a good look at his side. He had never felt this kind of emotion towards Murphy in the past ten years, and he shouldn't have it now.

He will not deny his own problems, but is there really no problem with His Royal Highness, who can make people think like this?

Raphael's smile became darker, the bewilderment and tenderness in his eyes disappeared, leaving only endless malice.

For no reason, he started to have a headache, and the pain creeping up from the forehead occupied his whole mind, making him very irritable.

But Raphael knew that some things would not change. The people who had taken everything from him were always on the opposite side of him.

***

Murphy, who was taken aback by the other party's tone: "..."

He was smiling and chatting with him just now, but now he suddenly became angry, and Murphy could hear the anger in his tone clearly.

As a result, Murphy, who was slightly dissatisfied in his heart, didn't want to bear it any longer. This person himself was acting strangely, and now he lost his temper for no reason. Maybe it was because he didn't thank him

In the end, he still bullied himself and couldn't see it.

Murphy secretly made up his mind that after Princess Yilan left, he would go back to the Holy Land again to help the God of Light recover from his injuries as soon as possible. At that time, he would have enough reasons to take off the magic device that was covering his eyes, and freely action.

Thinking of this, Murphy plucked off the flowers next to his ears, and held them in his hands angrily.

But soon, he looked in a direction, and that was where Raphael left just now. Murphy clearly felt that someone was looking at him, and the eyes were full of malice. It would be his illusion.

Is the owner of this look Raphael?

Murphy didn't know.

Eunice walked to Murphy's side and introduced the flower to him in a low voice.

Murphy who learned that he was suddenly given a big gift: "..."

From Eunice's mouth, Murphy knew that the platinum flower in his hand was different from the one bitten by Jiujiu. It was an extremely rare treasure, even from Murphy's side.

With Raphael's status, this flower can't be delivered to him no matter what, there is only one possibility, it is given by his elders, and there is a chance to get it, but now this flower is given by Raphael It was so easily transferred to Murphy's hands.

Eunice and Murphy were speechless. This matter was indeed a bit strange, especially when he was so close to Murphy before, and suddenly rejected him thousands of miles away. The sudden anger in his tone really made people Can't figure it out.

Because of this, Murphy can't judge Raphael's attitude towards him, but the hostile eyes just now should not be his, unless it is another Raphael who just appeared in front of him, so that it can explain his schizophrenia Generally completely different attitudes before and after.

Murphy lowered his head and thought for a while. Even though he couldn't see the platinum flower in his hand, it continuously released warm power. He could feel the closeness conveyed from it. If he can feel the benefits of this flower to him, then it may also have a great effect on the God of Light.

It didn't take long before Murphy handed it to Eunice: "Keep it safe and return it sometime."

There are gains and losses. Knowing that this flower is precious, Murphy can't treat it as a simple platinum flower. Whether it is given to him voluntarily by others or not, it represents a kind of love for Murphy. Favors are the most difficult to repay what is owed to others. It is better not to accept it from the beginning.

Eunice nodded in response. From her point of view, even though she knew how effective the platinum flower was, she felt that this was the correct way to deal with it.

"Let's go back." Murphy said towards the outside of the corridor, and Jiujiu and Joshua, who were staying aside, returned to his side.

For some reason, Murphy felt that Jiujiu was in a bad mood, and he didn't know who provoked him, and he couldn't understand his calling, so he said a few words of comfort and took them back directly.

Jiujiu lay on Murphy's shoulder and blinked at Joshua who was beside him.

It was really frustrating, last time he wanted to fight that man, but he didn't expect that he was not his opponent at all.

This was the first time someone didn't give it face, and clearly let Jiujiu know that its Glory Lion is not the most powerful existence in the world, and their unique right to send flowers to the little master was also given away by that man.

Jiujiu sighed, feeling that his life had reached a trough.

Murphy pursed his lips. There are a lot of things that happened today, and there are many possible consequences. The relationship between Galen and Princess Yilan alone deserves his attention. In other words, what is Galen's situation now, and Raphael's performance also gave Murphy a headache.

Faced with these doubts, Murphy went back to the room to rest, at least let him rest for such a short period of time, and don't let him be affected by any plot in a short period of time.

Jiujiu, who made a mistake today, was also punished, and Murphy would not let him go because he was depressed.

More than half of the meat in Jiujiu's bowl was missing, and it was served with green leaves. Even though it had a strong aroma, when he saw them for the first time, Jiujiu still distorted his entire face.

Murphy knew what method Jiujiu hated the most, and he wouldn't hurt it because of it.

No one can make a carnivore eat grass except its owner.

After finishing the meat, the picky Jiujiu looked away at the piece of green on the plate, eagerly looking at Joshua, trying to pick some meat out of his bowl.

Behind him, Murphy said coldly: "Jiujiu, eat your own."

So far, Jiujiu can only accept his fate.

After dinner, Jiujiu, who was lying on Murphy's body, whispered and acted like a baby, as if complaining about what happened today. Joshua leaned beside them and listened quietly.

When sleepiness came to him, Murphy was still thinking about what happened during the day. It was really hard for him to know what Raphael's inconsistent behavior meant.

Maybe there is the instruction of Archbishop Trollope behind this. Recently, the other side has a very gentle attitude towards Murphy, maybe it is because they want to build a good relationship with him.

Unable to explain to the other party, Murphy could only find a lot of possibilities for himself before he could rest with peace of mind.

There is still some time before his lecture ends, and it seems that he still needs to spend a lot of energy on this before he can return to the Holy Land.

There are many things outside the Holy Land, and some things are not something he can refuse if he wants to. Even His Royal Highness, the Holy Son of the Church of Light, he is still subject to many restrictions.

On the fourth day after leaving the God of Light, I miss him.

***

At the same time, a group of familiar guests once again ushered in the dark holy place.

The man in the white robe was shrouded in a wide cloak, and his face was never exposed.

He stretched out his hand to wave away the thick black mist, the light spread outwards, and the dark god lying on the round platform appeared in front of his eyes. The body of the god, even though he had lost the power to live, was still alive and full, just like before.

Only the extremely pale skin and icy body can slightly reveal the collapse of this body, every bit of it will be hollowed out over the long years, and then completely annihilated, completely becoming the cornerstone of the Illuminati Church's summit .

"Go." The man's voice was soft, with the gentleness of most church clergy.

The two young men in white robes behind him bowed respectfully after hearing the words, and walked to the edge of the round platform holding the jade plate in their hands.

The jade plate fell on the stone platform and made a crisp sound. The closer it was to the God of Darkness, the more intense the cold air became.

The man frowned slightly, and pushed away the cold air, and the two teenagers whose brows were covered with silver frost seemed relieved, and continued their actions.

Since this period of time, the chill in the Holy Land has become stronger and stronger. The body of the Dark God can't suppress the chill that comes with the power in his body because he has lost too much divinity. In the near future, an adult may need to come and deal with it himself.

One of them took out the short dagger on the tray, the silver light on the whole body looked extremely holy, and the sharp blade was extremely thin.

The young man carefully cut the dark god's wrist with this dagger, but the wound was so pale that not much blood was visible, only the black cold air gushed out from it.

After waiting for a long time, thick black blood oozes from the ruptured wound, drops drop by drop, and falls into the vial that has been prepared long ago. The sound of the blood dripping into the vial becomes an empty holy place the only voice in the

"My lord." After a long time, the young man called out, "It's exhausted."

The man in white robe looked down, the pale wound was recovering at an extremely slow speed, the whole wound was covered with a layer of black blood, but no more dripping.

"Change another place." His tone was steady and unmoved.

Following his words, the two teenagers opened another gash in the upper arm of the Dark God, and it took a long time to fill the vial to the point of full.

At this time, the two teenagers were also in a state of distress. The chill eroded into their bodies. Frost covered their bodies, and even their hair was frozen into ice. I just knelt aside and shivered.

The white-robed man didn't even give them his eyes. He looked at the sleeping face of the Dark God for a long time, and made a doubtful voice in his throat.

He stepped onto the round platform and walked to the side of the Dark God, his hair as black as ink was trampled under his feet.

The man looked down at him, and after a long time raised his foot to fiddle with his head, the black mist gushing out slightly dispersed, revealing the huge wound underneath.

At this time, the golden light in it is more conspicuous, and you can see the golden flowing track on it, which is much more active than the dead and silent appearance before.

"The power of light has begun to recover..." he sighed in a low voice, "the internal balance has been broken, it seems that it will not be long before the remaining power in this body will be annihilated by the light, and then let your lord Come and fetch it, when..."

He lowered his voice, and the last words disappeared in his throat, no one could hear them.

The two teenagers knelt behind him, trying their best to control the trembling of their bodies. There were some things they didn't want to hear, but they couldn't avoid them. They could only try their best to show their harmlessness and fully reveal their pious beliefs. .

"Let's go." The white-robed man said, and walked down the round platform first. The two teenagers showed joy, and staggered to leave behind him.

Their departure took away the last ray of light in the Holy Land.

There is no sound in the dead darkness, the cold air sinks on the ground, accumulating cold day after day, no reptiles, no life.

The passage of time can't see any trace here, the pure darkness and coldness will only deprive people of perception.

I don't know how long it took, there was a sigh in the dead silence, followed by the slight sound of footsteps going away, and it took a long time to return to the dead silence.

In the darkness, in the center of the inner hall, the Dark God lying on the round platform finally opened his eyes.

Cecil reached out and touched his arm. There were two extremely deep wounds, with bones visible, lying across his cold arm. He let out a breath quietly.

In order not to make the members of the Illuminati Church suspicious, Cecil has not treated the remaining wounds since he woke up, and the blood in his body has been lost in sevens and eighties.

The arm without blood is also hurting, empty because of the loss, long-lasting and severe pain, or it may take a long time before it becomes numb like other places.

"Ah."

The man had already become suspicious just now, so he quietly stayed in the holy place to observe him. Fortunately, all the chills in this holy place are from Cecil's eyes, and he knows every move of the other party.

But in any case, this is an extremely bad situation for Cecil, he has to speed up, maybe he needs to recover his strength before someone comes to draw blood next time.

It was unbearable for Cecil to be trampled under by an ant in his eyes.

Cecil looked back, and there was a broken statue of the God of Light standing behind him, which was so broken that it didn't look like it.

"I have to say that your believers are greedy people just like you." He said coldly, with a smile in his tone, as if he was talking to an old friend.

The image of Murphy appeared in front of his eyes again, and the coldness disappeared from the corner of his mouth, leaving only a trace of tenderness.

Just now he sensed that someone had entered the Holy Land, and because he didn't know what they would do, he had no choice but to give up his control of Raphael's body, and he didn't know what happened afterwards.

But the little Shengzi like that is really cute, only the best things are worthy of him, and he doesn't know when he will be able to fulfill what he promised to the little Shengzi.

In the cold holy land, Cecil felt a little more angry only when he was by his side.

He closed his eyes and touched his wound again, the pain could no longer distract him.

I don't know, what would the little guy's reaction be when he knew he was injured?

Maybe she would cry worriedly, calling "Lord Cecil" while afraid of hurting him.

Cecil was entertaining himself thinking about Murphy, but the thoughts in his mind were extraordinarily ruthless.

In the Church of Light, only Murphy could get his mercy, and those who benefited from him had to pay with their lives.

Outside the Holy Land, Murphy suddenly woke up from his sleep. The two little guys were beside him, and the sound of breathing lightly hit Murphy's arm, making it warm.

He didn't move.

Day and night are the same in his eyes, except that Eunice has not come yet, and the sky is not yet dawn.

Murphy didn't have a dream, but his empty heart couldn't calm down.

It seemed that something bad had happened, and he was a little uneasy.

Could it be that something happened to the God of Light in the Holy Land...

The author has something to say: Cecil: I'm hurt, I'm hurt so badly, I can't get up without a hug from the little holy son

Murphy:  …

Successful check-in on the sixth day

But today is no more than yesterday, because it is comfortable to be stuck here...