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

When Murphy regained consciousness, it was like being in a warm spring water. Countless forces gently passed through every part of his limbs, wandered among his limbs, and finally melted into his flesh and blood, forming him A pure and flawless body.

His consciousness is hazy, as if returning to the mother's body, and he is too comfortable to even open his eyes. He is like duckweed floating in the water, shaking with the waves, helpless but firmly fixed in one place.

Until he heard the sound of breathing in his ears, the slight voice was filled with painful gasps, prompting Murphy to open his eyes.

"Cecile?"

He babbled his words and could hardly hear them clearly, but the people behind him responded immediately, and the hands around his chest tightened a little, and they clasped their fingers together.

"I'm here, awake?"

The voice rang in Murphy's ears, and the hot breath sprayed on his earlobe, making him dodge subconsciously, but he couldn't escape no matter what.

Murphy slowly woke up.

He could feel his own body, but lost all control over it, slow and stiff.

This was the first time that Murphy really realized the meaning of the word "power".

In his body, energy like flowing magma was circulating, and he could feel that energy seemed to become stronger every time it circulated, and his own strength made him feel that everything was under control.

A steady stream of power poured into his body from around his body, half of which was light and half of which was darkness. They blended and transformed in Murphy's body, gathering into new power, washing Murphy's body and soul with the strong will power.

Murphy opened his eyes, and he saw Cecil holding his arm, and he leaned against Cecil's arms naked again, unable to break free.

It was similar to waking up after a coma, except that at that time, the endless power of darkness went out through Murphy's body, but this time it was the power that represented light pouring into his body continuously.

His and Cecil's roles in the practice were reversed.

Murphy thought of the pain at that time. Cecil might be going through the same experience as him at the moment, but before he could speak, the people around him spoke first.

"Don't move, the godhead hasn't fully merged yet, so be patient." Cecil slammed his chin on Murphy's shoulder and said in a low voice.

That's right, the godhead... Cecil gave him a godhead, and when that godhead entered his body, Murphy lost consciousness, and it was only now that he re-perceived everything outside.

He could indeed clearly feel the existence of that ray of light in his body, but it was in a state of melting at the moment, and it seemed that it would not be long before it would completely disappear in his body and become a brand in the depths of his soul. With the disappearance of Murphy, Murphy's control over his body is getting higher and higher.

All of this depends on the power that surges from Cecil.

Murphy couldn't help asking, "Does it not hurt?"

"It hurts," Cecil responded with a smile, "as long as your eyes can recover, it's okay to hurt a little."

He knew that Murphy would be soft-hearted, so he tried his best to pretend that he didn't care, because only in this way, Murphy would be more gentle to him.

Murphy noticed the overly intimate gesture between them again, and he was a little embarrassed: "Why do you want this gesture?"

Last time he didn't ask, but now he has the courage to ask.

Cecil: "Because there will be many more places to contact, now I am your medium, if possible, I can't wait to wrap you up."

Murphy: "..."

He could vaguely hear something beside his ear, but he still couldn't hear it clearly, so he changed the subject by this.

Murphy: "I seem to be able to hear the gibberish, but I can't hear it clearly."

Cecil: "You are the only Son of Light in the hearts of many people, and you are slowly transforming into the God of Light, so the prayers of those believers will reach your ears, and when you truly merge with the Godhead, then The voice will be clear."

The inherent impression in Murphy's mind is related to light. Even if he becomes a god, he will become the god he expects in his heart. Therefore, the power of countless people who pray to the God of Light will fall on him.

"But it was so disturbing that I rarely listened to it," Cecil added.

Murphy: "..." Then your believers seem a little pitiful.

But as time went by, Murphy understood why Cecil did that.

The voice in his ear became more and more clear, and countless voices echoed in Murphy's ear.

"God of Light, let this war end as soon as possible!"

"May the God of Light bless our Holy Son Murphy."

... Many of the previous words still prayed for him, and then the voices became more and more loud, and all kinds of wishes filled his ears.

"God, I wonder when Eve next door will fall in love with me?"

"God of Light! I want a child!"

"Tomorrow's breakfast, I want to eat..."

……

Thoughts like these invaded Murphy's brain and made him restless, but those words came to his mind all at once, but he could hear every word clearly. Murphy is really a challenge.

Cecil covered Murphy's ears with his hands, and his hot palms kept everything out: "Murphy, you can choose to listen to a little, or refuse to listen, everything moves according to your heart."

Under Cecil's guidance, Murphy slowly pulled out of the restless state. He could control how many voices he heard until there was only Cecil's breathing in the silence around his ears.

The last part of the godhead melted into his body, and Murphy became the only god besides Cecil—the God of Light.

Feeling the strength in his body, Murphy felt a little happy unconsciously. He turned his head to look for Cecil's eyes, but unexpectedly saw the black spot in his eyes.

Murphy's heart turned cold in an instant: "Cecil, your eyes!"

In response, Cecil just leaned forward, brushed his light-colored lips across Murphy's cheeks, and said, "Isn't it beautiful, I like the color of you in my eyes."

Murphy was a little speechless, so many things happened out of thin air because of his eyes, and now such an encounter fell on Cecil, but he was still smiling so happily, not taking himself seriously at all.

"You!" He wanted to say something, but Cecil's smile was too indifferent, and he couldn't bear to even blame him.

Cecil: "Murphy, this is the only way to make up for my previous deception, which will make me feel much better, so don't be angry about this."

"I'm guilty of hiding my identity and making you think I'm the God of Light." Cecil looked straight into Murphy's eyes.

He has indeed regretted it for a long time. If he had come out with the tray earlier and explained it to Murphy, maybe those things would not have happened before.

It's just that Cecil also knew that if those messy things hadn't happened, he might not have realized the importance of Murphy to him.

So it's all good.

He doesn't care what his eyes look like, but he knows that his soft-hearted little holy son will definitely love him more because of it.

Where Murphy couldn't see, Cecil's expression was a little more colorful.

Murphy reached out and touched Cecil's cheek, and she leaned on his palm obediently. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was extremely intoxicated.

"There's something I've been keeping from you, too."

Without hesitating for long, Murphy chose to speak.

Cecil has confessed to him, and even done many things that hurt him, just to ask for his forgiveness. Murphy, who also concealed something from the other party, must also be honest in order to be worthy of Cecil's heart.

Cecil was a little curious: "What?"

With Murphy's performance, Cecil only felt that the other party had always been a transparent person, and he never thought that he would have a secret somewhere.

Murphy: "I'm not the real Murphy."

When he was talking, his eyes never left Cecil. He was afraid that the other party would become suspicious because of his words. Even though there was nothing wrong with the other party's doubts at this time, Murphy still looked for every trace of his face in fear. Variety.

Cecil was surprised, but he saw the flustered look on Murphy's calm face, so he didn't express anything, but said casually, "It doesn't matter who you are, as long as it's you, I don't mind."

Relieved, Murphy's last hesitation disappeared, and he told Cecil everything about this world, including the book "Across the World" and all his experiences when he came to this world.

The smile on Cecil's face was slightly stiff: "..."

He thought that what he wanted to hear was the dark past within the Church of Light, and the secrets about the real and false Sons, but he didn't expect that his worldview would collapse when he heard a thunderbolt.

But in the end, the determined Dark God still maintained his expression, and made a wave of calm and composed avatars in front of his beloved Murphy.

"Fortunately, it's you, otherwise I should have died at this time." Cecil whispered while hugging Murphy.

Murphy: "You can survive without me, and you can even slap the Holy Son of the Church of Light to death."

Cecil: "..." No wonder Murphy was so afraid of the God of Darkness at that time. Fear is unavoidable in front of the established destiny.

It's just that for the current Cecil, this seems to be a proposition.

Cecil said without hesitation: "That me, without your company must have been very painful."

Everything else was unimportant. For Cecil, the most important thing now was to make Murphy happy, so it was not a problem to make fun of himself.

As he thought, Murphy's expression relaxed a lot, and he leaned into his arms comfortably: "When I knew you were the God of Darkness, I felt like I was deceived by this world, although it was my own fault, But I also thought, how could you be the God of Darkness? At that time, it felt like the sky was falling."

Murphy talked about the panic at that time.

Cecil kissed him on the side of the face: "I know I was wrong, and I won't lie to you again in the future, or you will hit me? I can't beat you now."

Murphy smiled, very relaxed: "Is there really nothing else to hide from me?"

Cecil shook his head: "It's gone, my dark god's background has been exposed in front of you, and I will never lie to you again."

"I swear."

Murphy leaned on his chest and said softly, "Thank you, Cecil."

Cecil held his chin to make him lean slightly towards himself, and lightly touched the bright red lips: "Listen to my voice."

Murphy accidentally relaxed his listening restriction, and among the noisy voices, there was a familiar gentle voice that was clearly audible.

"My God of Light."

"I love you."

Cecil stared into Murphy's eyes and kissed his lips.

***

The new God of Light appeared in front of the world, and the former Son of Murphy stepped out of the radiance and became the biggest backing of the Light camp.

No one thought about why he could become the God of Light. Almost everyone was immersed in the joy of seeing the gods, but those with malicious intentions dared not speak. In front of them, there were countless devout believers besides the powerful gods.

Zapas' existence was gradually forgotten, and those who remembered him knew that he was dead, but that didn't seem to matter anymore.

The appearance of the God of Light made the dark camp that was about to move back quietly, they stopped attacking, and the situation changed.

People know that the Dark God is still alive, so they wait for the end of this cruel war between the two gods.

Trollope and Shelley also didn't know the reason for all this, but they followed the guidance of the God of Light, and Murphy still respected them at this time, which made them feel that they were recognized.

Murphy, who hadn't learned how to be a god, moved forward slowly under the guidance of Cecil. Everything was like a dream, developing towards the best situation.

But the only thing that gave him some headaches was that Cecil and Jiujiu seemed to be completely different. No matter what kind of trivial matter it was, it might lead to fierce quarrels, and even tear their faces.

These quarrels and fights were all initiated by Jiujiu. Even Murphy's persuasion could not change Cecil's poor image in Jiujiu's heart, and Joshua couldn't stop Jiujiu either.

Of course, it is impossible to compete with Cecil with Jiujiu's strength, but Cecil let him go. After all, he is the little lion that Murphy cares about in his heart, so he can't bully him too hard. Just watching him pull Mo Fei The way Fei hugged and jumped angrily, Cecil's breath was almost out.

One day, Jiujiu had another fierce fight with Cecil, and was interrupted by Murphy who heard the news.

After dismissing Cecil, who was restless, Murphy held Jiujiu in his arms and asked seriously, "Jiujiu, why do you hate Cecil so much?"

Jiu Jiu pouted and lay on Murphy's shoulders, the hair on the top of his head was bald during the previous fight. This was done by Cecil on purpose: "He bullied me!"

Murphy couldn't laugh or cry: "You are the one who provokes him every time, and it's almost as good as you bully him!"

Jiujiu raised his head, with a accusing expression on his face that you don't love me anymore.

Murphy had no choice but to kiss him several times to let him settle down.

When Jiujiu, who was obsessed with remembering that Cecil was not a good person, whimpered in Murphy's arms, he suddenly remembered why.

"Raphael!"

Murphy: "What Raphael?"

Jiujiu complained: "He bullied me! He is that Rafael! He bullied me several times!"

Murphy: "...??" There is nothing to hide as promised?

A certain dark god who left contentedly couldn't help but shudder.

The author has something to say: Why have you all forgotten?I remember that you were looking forward to losing your horse before, so the dark god's vest was taken off, but Raphael's vest has not been taken off hahahahaha