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

Murphy had a good night's sleep.

But this kind of goodness is only limited to when he is asleep.As soon as he woke up, he felt something was wrong all over his body.

He lay prone on the ground, only half of his body stuck to the cushion, and the rest was in intimate contact with the cold ground.

It is clear that he was kneeling and sitting on the mat before he fainted, no matter how he fell, his legs should be on the mat, and now it seems that someone has moved him...

Murphy got up covering his face, his lips and teeth were stiff with cold, it felt like ice cubes to the touch, his legs and feet were so cold that he lost all feeling when he moved his legs a little, and he felt numbness after a while , so that he couldn't help frowning.

Then, Murphy finally felt a little more afraid.

To be honest, although he looks calm and adapts very quickly, there is always a little tension and pressure in his heart, and he dare not expose it for fear of his own life.

Especially not long ago when his cultivation got out of control, Murphy was really taken aback. He had just come to this world, and he was going to burp in a blink of an eye without doing anything. It was the kind of death that went mad and exploded. Fa, ugly is one thing, pain is also another.

Just remembering the pain that filled his body at that time, his face would turn pale now.

I just don't know why, but then the pain disappeared, and the chill that almost froze him slowly receded. On the contrary, someone was stroking his neck, and that kind of gentle movement somehow made him feel a little relieved.

Murphy vaguely remembered that someone had approached him before he lost consciousness, and that person responded to him.

What he said is now in the chaos of Murphy's head and can't remember, but he knows that the man's voice is very nice, so for some reason it has a bit of bewitching flavor.

It's just that he was in the Holy Land of the Church of Light, and no one could come in and out at will. Thinking about it this way, Murphy felt that the identity of that person was very clear. It must be the God of Light who heard his holy son's prayer and appeared!

After all, there are many descriptions of the talent and holiness of the Son of Murphy in "Across the World", and it seems that it is not surprising that it attracted the attention and salvation of the God of Light.

So whether he was bewitched or not, he guessed that he had seen too many malicious sticks in the past, and he had misunderstood himself.

The only thing that makes him complain is that the God of Light is so indifferent since he saved him?

Before Murphy woke up, he was in a very comfortable state. He was so comfortable that he even wanted to continue to sleep the moment he just regained consciousness, but the sudden memory of the previous events made him subconsciously open his eyes.

If he followed his instinct and continued to sleep, he would not freeze to death on the icy ground when he woke up again?

Murphy, the much-anticipated holy son of the Church of Light, froze to death in front of the statue of the God of Light in the Holy Land...

While thinking wildly, Murphy sat on the cushion with some headaches, and now only this kind of movement can make him relax a little.

His body was still full of those familiar small black light spots, and it was these seemingly harmless little things that almost sent him away. Murphy took a deep breath, and he didn't plan to touch them again in a short time. These things are gone.

And Murphy felt the power in his body, and he always felt that it was a little weaker than before he came in.

Something went wrong in the practice, not only almost costing my life, but also weakening my own strength, and I didn't get any benefit.

After learning from the painful experience, Murphy decided that just like staying away from the protagonist, how far away from these small black light spots, cultivation and so on, is not as important as his life, let's talk about it later.

It hurt so much before, he thought it must be a cold sweat, which made him describe it as embarrassing, but now it doesn't seem to have any sweaty smell.

Murphy rubbed his face, relieved his stiff legs and feet, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

With the ribbon covering his eyes still on his face, he straightened his messy hair and packed his clothes according to his feeling. After standing up, he knelt down on the cushion again.

This is his familiar posture and familiar direction. He doesn't need to fumble at all, and he can kneel down when his entire vision is dark.

Murphy knew that his soul did not belong to this world, he was just a guest from another world, and he didn't know why the God of Light didn't notice something wrong with him, but he saved him and pulled him from the brink of death This is an undoubted fact.

The so-called do as the Romans do, while clarifying his identity, Murphy thinks that he should have a different attitude towards this god that he didn't believe in before, and in this world where gods exist, maybe he should have his first one. Respectable existence.

This time, Murphy no longer prayed like before. He bent down, kowtowed his head on the cold ground, put his hands on both sides of his head, and knelt down.

"Thank you for saving my life."

It took Murphy a while to get up, his forehead was a little cold, and his mind was extraordinarily clear from the stimulation.

Murphy's grandma is a devout Buddhist believer. She is a kind and gentle person. Murphy grew up beside her, and spent a long time with her in the temple in the countryside, even chanting a few Buddhist names .

He watched the old man hunchback and bent down, and it was rare for him to scold him with a straight face when he laughed.

But Murphy doesn't believe in Buddhism.

There are no gods and Buddhas in the world, except for his grandma, everyone taught him this way, and he also knows that those beliefs are probably just things that people use to comfort and strengthen themselves in suffering.

In fact, Buddha did not bless his followers.

After half a lifetime of suffering, she died of illness when her children and grandchildren could take her to enjoy the blessings. Murphy witnessed the death of her grandmother, heard her painful wailing and regret when she was dying, and heard her calling his name when she was awake. Talking to him, realized this all too clearly.

But he appears here now, like a dream.

The teachings of grandma in the past reappeared in his mind.

"If someone helps you, you must understand his kindness. We must be good people and never forget our roots."

"Grandma eats fast and recites Buddha's name every day, so she expects Feifei to grow up well. He can hear my wish!"

This time, he almost died, and the one who saved him was probably a god from another world.

Murphy didn't know if grandma's kneeling for so many years was of any use. It didn't matter whether it was the God of Light in front of him or the Buddha who saved him. As long as he expressed his gratitude, the person who saved him would eventually see it.

And he also wanted to respond in the way he once knew to thank the gods, to show his last connection with that world.

Murphy stood up, rubbed his forehead, his eyes were flushed from thinking about the past, and he turned and left without looking back.

For the next time, he should not stay in the Holy Land anymore.

And behind him, the Dark God, who had been watching Murphy sober with a playful smile, fell into deep thought after a long absence.

When the boy bowed down, he even stretched out his hand, and his cool fingertips were about to touch the hair on the top of his head, but they froze when there was still a few minutes away.

Leaving this young man's life is just for him to think it's fun. He's been here long enough, and he can't leave in a short time. He needs a gadget to entertain him, so that he won't be so boring during the time he is recovering his body. .

But he had never felt such a strong conviction.

Has the subordinate who swore to follow him put himself into the dust like this young man?With such a low profile, I humbly describe my gratitude.

Cecil remained silent, but his hands uncontrollably crushed the bricks under his hands.

The one who saved him was himself, but the one he thanked was the God of Light, anger suddenly arose in his heart.