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

When there were only the two of them in the room, Murphy didn't suppress his true temperament so much.

In other words, after he had a dispute with Cecil that day, Murphy, who took off the cloak of the Son, seemed to find a chance to relax during this short time together.

Cecil's words made him tremble slightly. He clearly said no, but he still thought about this possibility in his heart. Under Cecil's tireless persuasion and outlook, the balance in Murphy's heart had already tilted a little. , let him make a choice between believing or not.

After taking off the platinum ribbon covering his eyes, Murphy saw Cecil again after two days.

At this time, the wound on Cecil's face seemed to be more serious. Only where Murphy could see, the fissures that were originally like gullies had deepened and widened, and the dry edges were slightly rolled up, even the other half of his face. Even her beauty can't change the horrible first impression.

It has to be said that Murphy was taken aback when he first saw him.

He didn't show his eyes in front of the others, and it was only the second time he was in front of Cecil. The last time he saw Cecil, it wasn't as serious. This huge change made Murphy terrified.

The Dark God who appeared in front of Murphy at this moment looked as if his oil was exhausted, and he might fall down at any time.

Murphy couldn't hold back and approached him a little bit, just looking at the scar, he felt a dull pain on his forehead: "When did it become so serious?"

He hesitated for a while: "Does it hurt?"

Cecil just smiled and walked to Murphy's side: "It only hurts a little."

Murphy knew that his heart was softening again, but he couldn't help it. Seeing this scene, he couldn't harden his heart at all, and gave Cecil a chance.

"You didn't tell me that this method hurt you so much." Murphy said softly.

Cecil shook his head: "It's okay, as long as I take out those two forces, I will be able to recover soon."

He is telling the truth. After no erosion from external forces, the powerful recovery ability of the body of the gods allows him to completely eliminate all wounds on his body in the shortest possible time, so that the dark god in his heyday can reappear in the world. in front of the world.

It's just that he didn't tell Murphy about some things, and he didn't plan to tell Murphy.

After using Murphy as a training medium in the Holy Land, Cecil had already recovered part of his own strength, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to eliminate all the darkness that belonged to him in the Holy Land before Zapas sent Trollope to check it. The power of the light is absorbed back into his body, and he can also suppress the two forces of light that feel threatened and start to agitate because of the recovery of his own strength, and escape from the sky under the pursuit of many people.

After a short rest, as long as Cecil thinks, he can gradually annihilate the power of light in his body with the huge power of darkness at any time, especially when he enters the ancient magic abyss.

That place contains the most intense dark magic elements in the entire Barenque continent. Almost three-quarters of the dark creatures were quietly born in such an environment after a long period of time. Cecil has enough Chance to deal with his physical problems.

It's just that Cecil can't eliminate the power of the Lion of Glory or the God of Light. On the contrary, he needs to protect these two forces until they really play their role.

The power of the Dark God is entrenched in Cecil's head, while the power of the Glorious Lion is in his heart. He can only keep them away from the deadly position as much as possible, and minimize all possible dangers.

After all, he couldn't kill himself before Murphy recovered.

The vitality of the flesh and blood surrounding that part of the force was completely removed, leaving only a little bit of vitality. Cecil quietly guided the two forces to move outward in this way.

Fortunately, these two forces are just pure forces, and it is precisely because of this that the success rate of this operation is much higher.

It's just that the danger is still there.

It is still in such a dangerous place to extract his own life force, and a slight mistake may put him in a desperate situation and really turn him into a corpse.

Cecil didn't come these two days because the power in his chest had shifted to a critical moment. In addition, there was not much time left on Murphy's side. He had no time to waste, so he solved it as quickly as possible. this matter.

This move is very dangerous, if it is not for Cecil who already has a lot of blessings at this time, he would not dare to try it lightly.

Even so, he made a deal with the dark elf.

He needs a completely quiet and safe environment with no interruptions.

He trusted Murphy, but the environment on Murphy's side could not meet his requirements.

At this moment, countless eyes of the dark-type creatures who obeyed his orders were staring at him closely. They were paying attention to every move of the dark god and his injuries, and they were ready to rush up and tear off a piece of flesh at any time.

Only absolute strength can control those powers, other than that are just empty talk.

So Cecil found the dark elf, she is the only being called "kind" among the dark creatures, but compared to the light elves who were born in the sun and have a heart of compassion and comfort for everything, she Inevitably a little more cunning.

Cecil made a deal with the Dark Elves, and he needed the Dark Elves' protection until he awoke from his slumber.

If Cecil can survive successfully, the dark elves will get a higher status and a larger territory in return in the future, and if he fails, then she will get the corpse of a god before anyone else finds out.

For the dark elf, no matter what the result was, she had nothing to lose, so she readily agreed.

There was no room for breaking the contract signed with the gods, and Cecil didn't have to worry about the dark elves betraying him at all.

And he can appear here now, he is naturally successful.

The dark elf also asked him curiously why he did this, and she had vaguely guessed that the dark god's decision on this matter had something to do with the Son of Light whom she had met once.

At that time, Cecil, who stood up and was about to find Murphy, only gave her a ruthless back: "You don't understand."

Dark Elf: "..."

Cecil himself actually thought about why he was willing to take such a big risk for Murphy.

The possibility of [-]% failure can also be daunting, but he made such a choice for Murphy so simply.

Cecil didn't know.

At the beginning, he just paid more attention to Murphy, and when the guilt appeared, he secretly made a promise. Until the matter reached this point, the blackness in Murphy's eyes almost became his obsession. He couldn't let it go no matter what.

His little holy son should be golden, able to stand in front of the world openly.

So Cecil came here with injuries all over his body, and he was very happy in the face of Murphy's faint intolerance and pity.

Seeing that Murphy still wanted to ask something, Cecil said, "Don't wait, let's start now."

He naturally hoped to succeed, but if he failed, he would take his little Son away as soon as possible. At the same time, he couldn't wait to take another look at the golden eyes he had seen before.

Murphy said a little helplessly: "Then what should I do?"

This time he didn't reject Cecil. No matter what the result was, he had to try again. If it succeeded, the relationship between him and Cecil might be improved, but if it didn't work, Murphy didn't want to think about it.

Cecil quickly picked up the two little ones who were still sleeping on the bed, and sent them to the corner where they had been sleeping for many nights in front of Murphy.

Murphy: "..."

Under Murphy's gaze, Cecil pointed to the bed, climbed up before Murphy could react, and patted the position in front of him.

Murphy: "..." Why did he just restore his eyes and look like he was going to turn yellow?

Recalling what happened in the Holy Land that time, even thinking about such an intimate contact made Murphy feel a little hot, and he hesitated.

Cecil had an innocent face: "It will be cold on the ground."

Murphy glanced at Jiujiu and Joshua in the corner.

Cecil: "It's hairy."

The implication is that the glorious lion has it, but you don't.

Murphy: "..." That's right, anyway, he put Joshua on Jiujiu's body.

Unable to refute, Murphy had no choice but to climb up. Fortunately, what happened later was not as unreasonable as he imagined.

Cecil and Murphy were sitting cross-legged facing each other, but they were very close, with their knees touching their knees and their foreheads close to their foreheads. Murphy could feel the cracked bark-like skin that was close to him , he was a little nervous.

Cecil held his cheeks, exhaling breath from mouth and nose: "Close your eyes, don't be afraid, I'm here."

He isolated the entire room so that outsiders would not notice what was happening here.

Murphy closed his eyes obediently.

Cecil looked at him, the golden slender eyelashes almost touched him, and the soft and warm smell belonging to Murphy poured into his nose. The pain he had been enduring seemed to be no longer important at this moment.

He asked him to close his eyes, just hoped he wouldn't see what he was afraid to see.

Murphy felt the power of light that was close at hand, gently conveying warmth to him, and that temperature also warmed his body.

The soft light penetrated through the fragile protection of the eyes, shining a dense light, even if Murphy closed his eyes, he could still feel it.

But Murphy heard a sound like paper torn, which was slight but extremely clear, and something fell on his lap. He was vaguely aware of something, but under Cecil's order, he endured not opening his eyes. open your eyes.

The chapped skin was completely cracked, and the golden light couldn't wait to emerge from Cecil's forehead. The completely dried up flesh and blood fell down with the movement of the golden light, and the blood that dripped down completely covered Cecil. Er's face.

It's just that the surging golden light wiped out all the dark blood, and Murphy's face was white and clean without any trace.

The golden light gradually left Cecil's body and disappeared between Murphy's forehead.

Cecil heaved a sigh of relief. Sure enough, Murphy had long been recognized by the remaining power of the God of Light. Its existence was originally to obliterate the God of Darkness, but under the illusion that the God of Darkness had gradually dissipated its power of life, it did not hesitate. A new owner has been chosen.

The most powerful power of the God of Light is now in Murphy's body and is slowly merging with it.

After doing everything he could, Cecil let go of Murphy's hand, and he stepped back a little so as not to disturb Murphy.

Half of his face was almost shattered, and the appearance of Cecil with the huge hollow on his head looked a little ridiculous, but he also showed a look of hope.

Driven by this force, Murphy's strength will grow rapidly, which will indeed arouse the suspicion of everyone in the church, but as long as his eyes are pure gold, no one will doubt his status.

Is the Barenque Continent a continent where the strong are respected? No one will pursue the source of his power anymore.

The dark and crimson blood was flowing, the new tender flesh was accompanied by the regeneration of the bones, and the powerful recovery ability of the body of the gods was recovering Cecil's wound at the fastest speed.

Murphy was caught in the golden light.

He knew that he hadn't opened his eyes, but all he could feel was that the whole world was bright, and he was trapped in the scalding heat, although the scalding heat did not make him hurt, the scalding power covered from the top of his head to the The whole body, every inch of the body is hot.

He remembered that Cecil said that this was the power of the God of Light. In the face of this power, he only felt that the small light spots in his body were really just small light spots without half the power.

This power burns all the time, and releases its most powerful power all the time. No wonder people are always unable to compare with gods. The way of using this power is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Murphy was like soaking in hot water, indescribably comfortable.

As the heat washed his eyes, Murphy hoped, too, that they would succeed, and then everything would seem to be alright.

Murphy even thought that after he became the pope, he might be able to use his relationship with Cecil to stop the disputes in the entire continent.

The thoughts in his mind were wild and unconstrained, and Murphy was almost drowning in the heat.

It seems that a long time has passed, but in fact this process does not consume much time.

When those uncontrolled rays of light disappeared in Murphy's body with the passage of time, Cecil knew that the process was over.

He looked at Murphy Wei's slightly trembling eyelashes, feeling nervous that he hadn't felt in many years.

Both Murphy and Cecil were silent for a long time.

Cecil hesitated, and kissed Murphy's eyes: "Murphy, open your eyes."

The only thing he wished for at this moment was to see those golden pupils in Murphy's eyes again.

Murphy slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the surprise in Cecil's eyes and the unhealed wound on his head, and when he was about to ask, he watched the surprise in his eyes dissipate, turning into indescribable surprise and sadness.

Murphy knew the result from his eyes.

They failed.

Also, with a [-]% probability, no one can guarantee that it will succeed.

But even thinking about it, he couldn't help crying.

Murphy also hoped, but it turns out that he will never be the lucky one.

In Murphy's eyes, the blooming black lines only disappeared a little bit compared to before, and the rest still showed their presence tenaciously.

Cecil's attempt failed, and the power of the God of Light could not bring Murphy's eyes back to gold.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "It's okay, I have another power in me, we can try again."

This time, he didn't ask Murphy for advice, but stretched out his hand and tore off his robe. The dark cracks spread from his heart, splitting half of his chest to pieces. He pulled Mo Fei again regardless of the pain. Fei's skirt.

Murphy couldn't control his tears. Cecil tore off the front of his clothes, and the coolness flooded his skin, but he still stared at the wound on Cecil's chest and the unhealed wound on his forehead, watching the blood flow down , he suddenly felt hopeless.

Murphy grabbed Cecil's hand, trying to make him stop what he was doing: "Don't try, don't try, can't I forgive you?"

"Don't try..."

The desperation in his voice made Cecil stop and dare not move.

He was always like this, giving him hope and making him despair, time and time again, leaving his little son no sense of security at all.

Cecil kissed away the tears from the corners of Murphy's eyes, and softly persuaded: "Murphy, try again, the situation is not that bad, there is still a chance."

But he knew in his heart that if even the power of the God of Light couldn't erase the blackness, the much inferior power of the Glorious Lion would have long since disappeared.

He just wanted to try again unwillingly.

But in the next moment, all attempts are no longer important.

The closed door was opened in an instant, and the man's loving voice with undisguised sarcasm clearly reached Cecil and Murphy's ears.

"Son of Murphy, you really showed me a good show!"

The author has something to say: So what, hit me with jiojio, I will never resist