Can You Carry Me Up?

What benefits were there to getting close to the protagonist? Encounters? Items? Gold and silver?

Yet judging by Xiao Ai's posture, it was practically impossible for him to get close to the protagonist.

Chrollo touched his chin in thought, but his peripheral vision caught Feitan drawing his umbrella, and he immediately pressed down on his hand. "What are you trying to do?"

Don't tell him Feitan wanted to slaughter the protagonist, because if so, he would really laugh.

However, that was precisely what Feitan was thinking. He pressed against the umbrella handle, his brow and eyes completely cold. "I want to see if I slaughter him, Yezi will come out."

Wasn't he said to be the protagonist? He wanted to see whether, when the protagonist's life was in mortal danger, Yezi would come out to stop him.

Chrollo was practically speechless. "Yezi has no relation to the protagonist anyway. So what if you kill him? Who's going to stick their neck out for a total stranger?"

Stop joking. People who came out of Meteor City had always been selfish and self-interested by nature; how could anyone possibly have such a hot-blooded and warm heart?

"Besides, look at how much Xiao Ai dotes on him. Do you really think you can lay a hand on him?" Xiao Ai's number-one combat strength wasn't a joke.

If a real fight broke out, ten Feitans wouldn't be her match.

"What you said does make some sense." Feitan thought about it, withdrew his umbrella, and stopped paying attention over there.

With the time it would take to kill the protagonist, he might as well search for more clues about Yezi—perhaps he could actually find the person.

Hisoka on the other side was secretly whispering in Luo Ye's ear. "Big brother, that woman went off to