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

"I'm here."

These slightly doubtful words calmed down the panic in Murphy's heart just after they sounded. Like a drowning man grabbing the life-saving straw, he rushed up impatiently and threw himself into the arms of that man.

He swears that he has never been in such a mess in his life, never before, and never will in the future.

Murphy clutched at his clothes, feeling the things he touched deepened, and he had grasped his only hope.

The body he hugged tightly was cold and stiff, but Murphy did not resist. He gasped for breath, and all the fatigue that had been neglected before surged up, leaving him without the strength to stand, his legs and feet were weak, and his whole body People slide down.

Those cold arms held his waist and kept him from falling.

Murphy blinked, and the hot tears became the only temperature here.

People will always cry, no matter how strong he thinks he is, he will become extremely vulnerable in front of the person who can protect him and save him.

But now, in this place, where only the two of them exist, he doesn't need to think about whether doing something that doesn't conform to the image of the Son will make people doubtful. Murphy knows that he can do it here.

"It's great that you are here."

Murphy stumbled and said, his voice still paused because of sobbing, but the emotion like seeing the savior couldn't be concealed.

Yes, savior.

In "Across the World", the only god who was mentioned but never actually appeared, the god who was trapped to death by his followers, is now in front of Murphy, and he may be the only one who can change everything.

He has the strength to stand at the top of the world, and he also has a kind heart. Murphy can only live if he lives.

Murphy moved his arms and clasped his hands tightly behind Cecil, not daring to relax a bit, as if this was the only way to make him feel at ease.

This is really his only hope, except for the God of Light, no one can break his deadlock soon.

For the first time, Murphy realized that when a person is at the end of the day, vulnerability will allow him to believe in all he can believe in, as long as it can detach him from the painful status quo.

"Master Cecil, I will always be by your side," Murphy muttered to himself, "Please protect me."

The tense mental state made him exhausted and weak, and he fell on Cecil's body, almost relying on Cecil's little strength to hold him to keep him from falling.

His body was shaking, Cecil felt it clearly.

He reached out to stroke the back of Murphy's head, with a relaxing force on his fingertips, he lowered his voice and whispered in Murphy's ear, "I will always be by your side, take it easy."

Maybe it was his overly gentle tone, maybe his overly gentle touch, or maybe it was his presence that reassured Murphy. Gradually, the trembling body in his arms calmed down, but the hand was still around his waist refused to let go.

Cecil reached out and caressed Murphy's cheek. The cool skin was full of moisture, and his robe was also wet.

His little son was crying very hard.

Where he couldn't see, his little holy son was greatly wronged.

It's just that at the same time, countless pure wishes floated from his body and poured into Cecil's body.

Warm and comfortable, these wishes made Cecil feel more relaxed than ever. He couldn't even control his own power, and he was submerged by the wishes. He could feel that he was gradually regaining control over this body and power. .

Although it was slow, for Cecil, it was far faster than himself and the light absorbing Murphy's power.

It was the second time he felt the wish power from Murphy, except for the extremely short and thin one last time.

Cecil exhaled and quietly wiped away his tears.

He had just left Murphy two days ago. At that time, there was nothing wrong with him. He was just like the Son of God in the past, gentle and cold. Cecil could even tease him, but now, Like a frightened little rabbit, he ran into the Holy Land in a panic, hid in his arms and shivered, crying so much that his heart ached.

What is his little Son afraid of?I was so scared that I infinitely magnified his position in my heart, and I was so scared that my mind was full of him, so that I could have such a pure wish.

Cecil didn't know.

He originally hoped for Murphy's wish, but this kind of panic was not what he wanted.

This sense of powerlessness made his heart suddenly burst into anger. He just left for a while, and such a terrible thing happened outside his vision, so terrible that his little Sheng who was not afraid of anything The child became what it is now.

This made him even more angry than those people who insulted him and trampled on his body.

But he can't get angry at this time, his little son needs a good rest.

Cecil held Murphy in his arms, lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair: "Go to sleep, you need a good rest, I will always be by your side until you wake up."

In such a gentle voice, Murphy fell into a deep sleep, even so, he did not let go of his hand.

It took Cecil a lot of effort to loosen Murphy's hand around his waist, allowing his tense body to relax a little.

***

Murphy had a dream.

He watched everything that happened in this world from the perspective of a bystander, and the area he could move was limited to the side of "Son of Murphy".

And that "Son of Murphy" was himself.

He could hear the thoughts in his mind, listen to his complaints, hear him talking about Eunice and Jiujiu in his heart, those were all his thoughts, and he could be sure that this person was himself.

It's just that there is no God of Light by this person's side.

The holy place is so bright, so bright that he can clearly see the expressions of every statue and every beam of light that falls in.

So bright that there is no God of Light.

Murphy was extremely flustered every day, and time was passing by quickly, but he couldn't do anything.

He could only watch himself lament the coming danger, but there was no possibility of recovery.

He looked at the man who was trying to deal with Galen, and thought he was working hard to improve his strength.

Until the Dark God makes a comeback.

He was forced to stand up and lead the entire Church of Light and countless believers of Light to the opposite of the Dark God.

Murphy tried hard to see the appearance of the Dark God, but he was hidden in a thick black fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Everyone praised him and sent him to the clouds. He is the most perfect and kind-hearted person on this continent. Only he knows how flustered and scared he is.

But he was forced to stand up by everyone, just like in the book, he died in full view without a place to bury him.

He only saw a pale hand protruding from the black mist, just lightly, like a fragile dandelion, his body fell apart as soon as he slapped it, and the blood and flesh were flying in mid-air, covering the sky and covering the ground. It was hot and heavy, and the strong smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.

Murphy woke up.

The cold air sucked into his throat, and he choked, his throat hurt, and he couldn't cough by himself.

Someone patted him on the back. Murphy suppressed the desire to cough in his throat, raised his head, and asked nervously, "Master Cecil?"

"It's me, are you awake?"

As soon as Murphy moved, Cecil noticed that Murphy was about to wake up.

It's just that he seemed to have been trapped in a terrible dream before, his body trembling uncontrollably, and even Cecil's constant reassurance didn't work.

Fortunately, he finally woke up.

Only then did Murphy realize that he was lying on someone's lap. He heard Cecil's voice, and suddenly the panic in his dream gradually disappeared.

But for some reason, he let out a big breath again, and just blinked, tears fell down.

Murphy explained in a panic: "I don't know why, it's just..."

Cecil stroked his hair, didn't force him to give a reason, just let him lie in his arms.Murphy, who had no strength in his body, was easily put into the current position by him, with his face buried in his chest: "Is it better now?"

After a long time, Murphy sniffled and raised his head uncomfortably.

His face was flushed from crying just now, and the tip of his nose was red, and Cecil's heart softened when he looked at him with a dazed and somewhat shy look.

He wiped the tears off Murphy's face little by little, and looked at his chest again, okay, it's wet again.

"I'm feeling better now?"

Murphy responded in a low voice, but the emotion in the dream hadn't passed yet, and he felt aggrieved by being asked such a question, so he had to deliberately look away.

He knew that his appearance was very strange, and the God of Light would also find it strange, because he didn't look like a holy son at all.

But the more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and when he was sad, he couldn't help but want to cry again.

Cecil: "In this case, you have to tell me why you are so scared. Now only I am by your side, and only if I figure out what happened, can I help you."

Murphy was taken aback for a moment, he heard some love from Cecil's tone.

He did want to know why he was crying, but not just wondering why, he wanted to fix it for Murphy.

When he was talking, the cold air that he exhaled fell on his face, and it was only then that Murphy realized that the distance between them was too close, so close that they were almost touching each other.

Murphy slowly remembered the previous incident. The reason why they were so close was because he rushed into the holy place as if he lost his mind, and entangled himself with the God of Light like an octopus. Unable to open the strength.

Murphy was a little embarrassed. After he did such a thing, the God of Light did not despise him at all, but comforted him. He felt that he could no longer say that his temper was too weak, otherwise he would be treated with such an almost blasphemous behavior. , should have been kicked away.

"I'm sorry, Lord Cecil, it's Murphy who lost his temper." Murphy took a deep breath, got up carefully, and opened the distance between him and the God of Light.

When I was delirious, all my actions could still be explained, but now I have nothing to say if I don't back away when I am awake.

Cecil didn't stop him, but looked at his empty arms and Murphy who was sitting back in his old seat again, feeling a little disappointed again.

Sitting next to him, Murphy touched his cheek unnaturally. It was hot, which made him a little embarrassed. He is not a child anymore, and he lost his temper to such an extent. It is indeed a loss of composure.

He remained silent, and Cecil had no choice but to continue asking.

Murphy raised his head slightly in his direction, bit his lip and held back for a while before speaking in a low voice: "Master Cecil, I will die."

"You will die too, and we will all die."

When he first heard Murphy's words, Cecil even wondered why Murphy had such an idea.

Judging from the character of Murphy that he got to know during this period of time, he doesn't seem to be a person who will be afraid of death after many years, which is more or less unlike him before.

To tell the truth, people will die, the difference is only in the length of life.

Ordinary people have the shortest life span, while those with higher strength live longer, but this does not mean eternal life, only gods can live forever.

It's just that Murphy, as his beloved son, Cecil can make him live longer than anyone else, he has this ability.

But what Murphy said later made Cecil look serious.

"You too will die."

"We're all going to die."

In Murphy's heart, he is the God of Light. Under what circumstances would the God of Light die tragically?

At his weakest, like now.

From Murphy's words, Cecil thought of the worst situation—everything that happened in the Holy Land was known to outsiders, so Murphy, who betrayed the church and stood beside him, and himself, who was on the opposite side of the church, will face death.

Cecil looked at Murphy with a bitter smile, feeling complicated.

If his awakening has really been discovered, then his road has really come to an end, the recovery of the wound is in a critical period, he has no way to leave here, or simply has no ability to leave here.

This happened just a few days after he left Murphy, and his little holy son seemed to have sent him to a dead end with his own hands, even if he didn't intend to.

While absorbing the wish power transmitted from Murphy, Cecil was full of helplessness and bitterness.

"Murphy, I want to know the reason." Cecil tried to learn the cause and effect of the matter from Murphy. No matter what, he needed time to prepare, even if the group of Illuminati churches would rush in in the next second.

For a moment, he even felt that he didn't have the slightest idea of ​​blaming Murphy, but this thought was too short, and he couldn't control his heart after that.

The anger towards the unprovoked people still exists, but there is an extra part of it towards Murphy, who clearly said that he would not reveal everything in the Holy Land.

He didn't do it.

Disappointment was greater than anger, Cecil restrained his breathing, and patiently waited for Murphy's answer.

Murphy's mind was a little empty, and a strong sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

He could tell the God of Light about his dreams, but he couldn't tell him that he was a person from another world, let alone tell him that this was just a world in a book.

He just cried in front of others, crying about his fear of death, and when the other party tried to ask why, he couldn't even tell the cause and effect.

Murphy couldn't tell.

Even the God of Light didn't realize his identity, he couldn't tell anyone about this secret, maybe he would keep it until he died.

He can't disclose all the things that may involve this secret, for fear that the other party will get some clues through these things.

Murphy reached out and grabbed his arm, and said with some difficulty: "Master Cecil, please forgive me, I can't say... I only know that it will be dangerous..."

Murphy was so guilty that he almost cried again. He dragged the other party into this kind of fear for no reason but couldn't give any explanation. The God of Light clearly loved him like that and treated him as his true son, but he Still hiding from him.

This huge pressure made Murphy almost desperate.

Cecil silently looked at Murphy who lost control of his emotions again. He had accumulated too many worries in his heart, making it easy for him to feel sad because of a word or a thought.

He knew that Murphy had already believed in him devoutly at this time, and that Murphy would not intentionally harm him, so the only thing that could lead to the current situation was that Murphy inadvertently let people know about the things in the Holy Land, so He was so scared, so scared that he didn't even dare to tell him.

Cecil's deep eyes were indescribably dark. When he looked at Murphy, there was still a bit of struggle in his eyes. The blend of indulging gentleness and breathtaking indifference formed an indescribable sight. .

Murphy put his hand on Cecil's arm. He was a little flustered when he didn't get an answer. He couldn't help but tighten his grip, but he touched something strange.

The huge gap was extremely obvious on the cold and hard skin. Murphy's fingers flinched, and he pulled his arm into his arms in a panic and groped.

In addition to the one on the forearm, there is a bigger one on the top. The wound has not healed at this time, and the edge of the wound is slightly rolled up. Murphy can imagine how much blood this wound will make people bleed, but before he left, he never I have felt both wounds.

"You were injured. When was it?" Murphy's tone was a little frightened. He remembered waking up in the middle of the night that night. Perhaps it was someone who entered the Holy Land and hurt the God of Light.

"Master Cecil, I was wrong. I should have come in a long time ago. I obviously felt uneasy. You have already reminded me, but I..." Murphy said in a low voice.

No wonder he woke up, no wonder he was restless these days, it turned out that after he left the Holy Land, someone went in and hurt the God of Light, trying to kill his hope of survival.

"You feel it?" Cecil asked in his ear.

Murphy nodded: "I woke up suddenly that night, and I was worried, but I didn't know that something happened to you."

Cecil took a lock of Murphy's hair and played it in the palm of his hand as Murphy explained that when he was hurt, he felt it too.

It turned out that there was a telepathy between him and the little Shengzi, and Cecil's eyes became a little softer.

"I don't hurt." Cecil leaned towards Murphy and got close to him. "Murphy, are you scared? You're so scared that you cry like this? Then why don't you tell me?"

Murphy was silent, and Cecil glanced at the empty hall, and his eyes became cold again.

Made a mistake, dare not even admit it?

"Squeamish." Cecil spat out two words, with a hint of pampering at the end.

Murphy froze for a moment, he wanted to laugh but couldn't. When everyone was afraid, crying didn't mean he was coquettish.

But he really couldn't restrain his panic at the moment. The incident between Galen and Princess Yilan made him clearly understand the power of this world to restore the plot, and the only hope was that the God of Light was also injured. The people of the Church of Light are doing everything possible Trying to disintegrate his strength, Murphy almost couldn't see the hope clearly, which made it impossible to eradicate the anxiety in his heart.

There are some things that cannot be said.

He seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, with unfathomable nothingness in front of him, deadly arrows behind him, and death in front and behind.

"Scared?" Cecil asked.

He took Murphy into his arms, and he always approached Murphy so quietly that Murphy didn't feel weird, he was used to it.

"Fear."

Cecil kissed his forehead again: "Do you want to live?"

Murphy looked up in a daze. He felt something was wrong, but his current state also made him unable to tell what was wrong.

He still said obediently: "I want to."

Cecil covered his eyes with his hand, under the cover of the ribbon, he could feel the slight trembling of the eyelashes: "I will protect you, huh?"

Murphy nodded along with his meaning.

"You have to believe me, no matter what happens, you have to believe me," Cecil lowered his voice, and as he spoke, the cold sprayed into Murphy's ears, "Only in this way can I protect you."

"Believe it?" Murphy asked in confusion, and he began to feel dizzy.

Cecil touched his hand, passed his fingertips through his fingers, and grabbed his hand: "Yes, just like now."

A steady stream of wish power poured from Murphy's body into Cecil's body, and he narrowed his eyes with some enjoyment.

The black mist in the Holy Land was originally the power flowing from his body, the power that his body could no longer bear, although he could still easily control it, it was indeed not part of his power anymore.

The power that the God of Darkness could no longer grasp, the Church of Light could only digest slowly over a very long period of time. Cecil originally planned to wait for himself to recover before digesting these powers again.

But he is running out of time.

He looked down at Murphy who was leaning on his shoulder. His eyes were half closed, and there was only blankness in his eyes, which was a little more innocent.

His little holy son exposed the secrets in the Holy Land, and he didn't have that much time.

Whether it is him or his little holy son, his life is hanging by a thread, and he is on the verge of death. He must hurry up and restore his own strength, such as absorbing all the mist and turning it back into his own strength.

Cecil couldn't do it, but Murphy could.

The particularity of the photosensitive physique enables him to transform a large amount of dark magic elements with the help of a very small number of light magic elements, just like the first time they met.

Coupled with the existence of Murphy's will power, as long as Cecil can control the chills that are eroding Murphy's body and do not exceed the load, Murphy can act as the medium and send all the dark power that filled the entire Holy Land back to Cecil. Sil's body.

Cecil never doubted his own control. As long as Murphy's will remained, he would be fine, but it would just hurt a little.

Rubbing Murphy's cheek affectionately again, Cecil said softly, "Trust me, Murphy, so we can live."

"Okay," Murphy said.

Cecil stroked his hair in satisfaction, but his hand slipped to his waist.

The young Son, who was about to lose his mind, fell into the arms of the Dark God, and when his belt was untied, he only frowned slightly.

The complicated and heavy robes were taken off one by one and piled up on the edge of the round platform. The cold was getting deeper and deeper, and he shivered a little.

It wasn't until the innermost thin robe was torn off, the skirt was opened, and the thin chest was exposed to the air, that he reached out and grabbed the dark god's wrist, and looked up at him.

"cold."

There was a trace of fear in his voice, the Dark God's hand paused, and he closed his eyes for a moment.

"Believe me."

That hand loosened slowly, allowing his last covering to fall down, and fell naked into the arms of the Dark God.

His thin body trembled in the cold mist of the Holy Land, and a faint light bloomed on his body, like a firefly with broken wings in the darkness, attracting all greedy eyes.

He still couldn't see, he leaned on the shoulder of the dark god and raised his head, his fragile Adam's apple rolled, and pale mist spewed out from his pale lips.

The Dark God looked at him, and pity flashed in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

He tore open the skirt of his clothes, hugged the young man into his arms, pressed the young man's slender back against his chest, let out a hoarse cry, raised his head and opened his mouth and could not make any sound, only spit intermittently gas.

His whole body seemed to be wrapped in ice, and he was so cold that even trembling seemed like an extravagance. His struggling hands were fixed on his chest by a man, and his thin and white chest heaved violently, but he couldn't escape no matter what.

He's going to freeze.

He raised his head, his open eyes under the platinum ribbon were lifeless, and weeping quietly.

The Dark God imprisoned him in his arms, licked his lips, and rubbed his small earlobes.

"Believe me."

The fog rolled violently in the dark holy place, and hoarse cries could be heard from time to time.

The author has something to say: It’s a little difficult to write today (Vicissitudes of cigarettes.jpg)

Why do you all think that the lost horse is miserable and dare not watch it? The lost horse I expected seems to be quite happy. Don’t worry, I don’t write about abuse. Everyone will wait and see when the time comes.