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

Murphy was truly relieved to send Archbishop Shelley away as he wished.

After a random talk and interpretation, he temporarily made the other party trust him. The reason is that in their eyes, the Son of Murphy would never make fun of the God of Light no matter what.

Blasphemy against the gods is something that all priests fear, and they are afraid of being condemned by the gods.

On a continent where the masses of the people have universal beliefs, even a specious crime with even a small possibility of being condemned by the gods is enough to drive a person from heaven to hell.

It's just that they met Murphy.

He has no faith in his heart. Although he has concealed some things that happened in the Holy Land and interpreted them according to his own understanding, his conscience will not be disturbed by this. He will act with confidence when he responds, and his words and deeds will naturally be much more credible. .

Neither Archbishop Shelley nor Sister Eunice noticed the slightest problem. On the contrary, Murphy's status in their minds increased a little with the miracle.

It's just that I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but none of the people present on this day mentioned the so-called miracle in the Holy Land to the outside world, as if it was a secret that was only known to a few people.

Although Murphy emphasized that there was nothing wrong with his body, Eunice, who cared so much for her idol, did not want to believe it. She stubbornly kept Murphy in the room and did not let others disturb his rest, nor did she allow herself to approach him. , this loving heart can be described as extremely firm.

This kind of distance for his safety was what Murphy wanted, but it also made him extremely helpless.

Once no one is by his side, the possibility of Murphy revealing his identity becomes smaller. After he woke up from a coma, there was something more in his mind, which belonged to the real Son of Murphy. memory.

These memories were fragmented, and Murphy didn't learn many important things from them, but fortunately, he didn't have to worry about his daily life.

But leaving him alone, without any form of entertainment, is also a painful training.

As the Son of God, Murphy's room is also deep in the Church of Light. It is located in the kind of place where even if the God of Darkness calls, he cannot arrive at the first time and has enough time to escape. People will blindly disturb His Highness the Son to rest.

Murphy sat by the window, and the breeze blew through the blooming flowers outside the window, infusing them with the fragrance of flowers and leaves.

As a holy son who does not eat fireworks in the world, Murphy has no food to eat, but he can still drink tea.

After holding back for nearly two days, even if he was in a coma for half of the time, even if he didn't feel the slightest feeling of hunger in his stomach, Murphy's mouth began to feel lonely and unbearable.

But tea is never enough to fill one's stomach, and it can't compare to fried chicken skewers to stimulate one's appetite. The more Murphy misses it, the more he thinks about it, and finally he can only reluctantly put down his cup.

No matter how noble the Holy Son looks, he is still human after all, drinking too much tea will inevitably cause one of the three urgent troubles.

Until now, he has become the Holy Son of Murphy, but Murphy himself still has some unspeakable affection for the former Holy Son, even if the real Holy Son shown in those memories does not seem to be as good as he thought.

It can only be said that the author of "Across the World" portrayed this character so well that he died so quickly and miserably, and Murphy still couldn't let go of him after getting close to his life and seeing the true face.

No, just endure the taste in your mouth. How can such a beautiful person go to the toilet? ? ?

Murphy questioned himself in his heart, and he didn't have the courage to pick up the teacup.

Left and right have to get used to it, it is better to start now.

Murphy also wanted to know something about magic. The reason why he fainted earlier was that he had a problem with his cultivation. If he couldn't understand it, he couldn't easily try again.

It's just that he couldn't see at this time, so he couldn't get information from books by himself, but it was also difficult to ask. This question would make people find something strange about him.

The helpless Murphy could only sigh in the end, and reached out to touch his eyes.

I didn't realize it until I touched it. As soon as I touched Murphy, I felt the heat of his fingertips. There was a slight heat on the ribbon covering his eyes, which kept his eyes in a very comfortable state all the time, even if He couldn't see it, but he didn't find it weird.

But the original body has been wearing this thing for 17 years, even if it is uncomfortable, he has long been used to it.

People can always adapt to the environment quickly.

Letting a normal person lose the ability to see things may not affect it for a while, but after a long time, he will have the illusion of emptiness in his heart, and the lack of self-ability makes him panic. Before he adapts, this panic will only become more and more serious. more intense.

The original Murphy Son has adapted, but Murphy has not.

Now that he didn't know what to do and had nothing to distract him, this feeling of emptiness gradually occupied Murphy's chest, making him unavoidable.

The soft satin ribbon has no edges and corners to the touch. It is smooth and seems to fall to the ground when it is touched, and it is so thin that it seems to allow light to shine in. But Murphy, who secretly used force, knows that this is his illusion.

The function of this ribbon is not to blindfold the eyes as an ordinary strip of cloth, as a barrier to blind the sight, it has only one function, it deprives Murphy of the ability to see light.

Murphy lowered his head in silence.

Not long ago, when he persuaded Archbishop Shelley, he was a little happy because he solved the difficulties he faced, but just like the little joy he gained from practicing in the Holy Land, it came and went quickly. .

New troubles haunted Murphy again. In the darkness, he didn't even know what was around him, and the unknown fear belatedly occupied Murphy's mind.

He put down his hand, and exhaled heavily again, trying to relax himself, and this was the only way he could go.

Murphy didn't know the effect. The psychological effect made him feel a little better, but his heart was still on the verge of falling.

Until he suddenly heard a small chirping sound.

Like the chirping of a bird.

"Jiujiu".

Murphy heard a bit of joy from the subtle voice, so he looked in the direction of the voice, and the wind blew on his face, causing his hair to fly backwards.

The little chirping bird was outside the window, outside his room.

Murphy subconsciously looked for the voice, and slowly helped the chair to the wall, leaning against the window sill.

The heat of the sun fell on his face, and the breeze was blowing. Hearing the "chirping" bird call, Murphy couldn't help stretching out his hand.

His dark heart seemed to light up a corner because of the sudden sound, breaking his sudden panic. He hoped to get in touch with the bird that made the sound, as if it would make him feel better.

But Murphy just hoped this way, and didn't think that what he wanted would come true, until a furry feeling suddenly appeared in his palm, and the heavy weight made his arm fall down.

If he hadn't propped half of his arm on the window sill, the thing in his hand would have fallen.

"Chirp."

The familiar cry sounded again, this time it was very close to Murphy, right in front of him, in his hand.

Murphy was stunned and didn't move, and he didn't take back his hand. He was still in a sudden panic just now, and he still didn't react.

But the owner of the call did not give him time.

The little paw stepped on Murphy's arm, from the palm of his hand all the way to Murphy's chest, then twittered and pounced on his chest, rubbing against him affectionately and flatteringly.

Murphy was shocked.

The previous sorrows, sorrows, fears and fears were all thrown aside, and Murphy sat back in the chair with the little guy in his arms and squeezed it all over before he knew what it was.

Four little paws with soft pads, furry all over the body, a long curved tail, a wet nose, prickly ears, and small sharp teeth.

This little guy making bird calls turned out to be a cat? ? ?

Murphy couldn't believe his hand, but he had to believe it.

He is not a blind man touching an elephant. He has already touched the little guy's whole body. With his skillful hair-plucking technique, the "chirping" bird calls have stopped, and only the comfortable purring is left. sound.

Subconsciously, he licked a few more times, and Murphy felt that his small brain capacity had been filled by this little bird-like cat.

To be able to get close to him so easily, either the light feeling on the Son of Murphy can make the little animal unwarranted, or it is because Murphy is already familiar with it.

And there is no strange smell on it, and the hair is very soft and well-groomed.

Considering that this is the inner court of the church, it is unlikely to let outside hairy children in, so it is probably the second possibility.

"Little guy, why are you here?"

What responded to him was still the chirp tweet.

When Murphy withdrew his hand, the little guy rubbed against Murphy's neck and chest extremely clingy, screaming happily, licking the slight sting with his barbed tongue, and he had no choice but to forcefully hug it away.

The little guy who was carried away from Murphy's chest blinked curiously. He didn't know why his master suddenly resisted its approach, and he called a few times coquettishly. This time Murphy couldn't bear to hug the little guy. went back.

He was originally a cat slave, but he was born with hair allergies, which were so severe that he would get red rashes when he touched them. He has been relying on the cloud to attract cats for a long time, and now he has no reaction when using other people's bodies. Naturally, he has to masturbate for a while .

Suddenly, Murphy felt that coming here was not a bad thing, and he was a little annoyed why he didn't think of cats earlier, and should have asked Eunice to help him find them to pass the time.

It's just that although this cat that can't meow is not the kind he wants, it is a cat after all, and one cannot be too greedy.

Murphy took a breath, and plunged his head into the cat's soft belly.

It feels a little cool.

If someone was close to the residence of Holy Son Murphy at this time, he would be able to see him ravaging a poor kitten without any image from the open window.

The author has something to say: Meow: Although I chirp, I am not a bird, nor am I a cat, I am a big monster that can whine!It can eat you up in one bite!