Feitan, You're So Nice!

"Hey, wait for me!" Seeing Feitan walk faster and faster, Luo Ye called out and hurried after him at a jog.

As he jogged, he cautiously studied Feitan's expression, but Feitan's face was hidden behind his high collar, leaving him unable to see what he was feeling. He could not help growing uneasy.

"Feitan, I was just teasing you. You're not actually angry, are you?"

Please, no. He had finally found someone powerful to rely on. Feitan could not possibly start disliking him over this, or all the effort he had spent on Feitan would have been for nothing.

When Feitan said nothing, Luo Ye grew anxious and hurried several steps ahead, blocking his path. "You're not really angry with me, are you?"

Blocked by Luo Ye, Feitan stopped. He glanced at him before answering gruffly, "I'm not angry with you."

Luo Ye frowned. "Really? I don't believe you. You obviously look angry!"

Feitan looked at him, then lowered his head again. "I'll never be angry with you."

Luo Ye stared at him. "Then why won't you talk to me? And you still say you're not angry."

Seeing that Luo Ye did not believe him, Feitan had no choice but to say it plainly. "I was just thinking that you haven't been this happy in a long time."

Since it could make Luo Ye laugh so happily, he would not be angry even if Luo Ye had teased him.

Hearing that, Luo Ye froze. Had it really been so long since he had been that happy?

Thinking about it, that made sense. He had come from a peaceful era to this place, where his life was constantly under threat. How could he possibly feel at ease?

Once someone could only focus on their own safety, with that nerve constantly stretched tight, how could they be happy?

The happiest times since he had come here seemed to have been when he first met Feitan and when Feitan recovered from his high fever.

The former was because he had finally found something connected to his past, while the latter was because, after spending so much time together, he had begun to hope that Feitan could protect him.

Luo Ye's eyes immediately brimmed with tears. "Feitan, you're so nice!"

Although that bastard Togashi had portrayed Feitan as the most ruthless member of the Phantom Troupe, it did nothing to lessen Luo Ye's current gratitude.

Feitan's whole face began to turn red. Embarrassed, he looked away, and even began to stammer. "N-No, it's not that exaggerated. There seems to be something unusual up ahead. Let's hurry over."

Then, without waiting for Luo Ye's reply, he went around him and headed forward.

Watching Feitan's almost fleeing steps, Luo Ye could not help laughing before hurrying after him.

On the wall radiating pure white light, several large lines of black writing had been scrawled, with horizontal lines drawn beneath them.

Feitan frowned as he tried to make out the illegible scribbles. "What is this?"

Common script? It did not quite seem like it.

"This is..." Luo Ye stared at the lines, his mouth slightly open, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes.

How could he be seeing China's writing and distinctive phrases in the Hunter world?

It was not strange for China's writing to exist in the Hunter world. After all, Zeno even had "one kill a day" tattooed on him.

But phrases like "Study Hard," "Five Years of Gaokao," and "Life Never Stops" should not be appearing here, right?

Could there be other transmigrators in the Hunter world?

But why were they phrases like "Study Hard"? Shouldn't there be something with a little more style, like "The king covers the ground tiger, the pagoda suppresses the river demon"?

Luo Ye's emotions were far too obvious, and Feitan immediately looked over. "What is it, Yezi? Do you recognize this writing?"