Little Taotie almost blurted out.
He thought to himself, "I can't interfere!"
"This isn't a mission world!"
"If I change the history of this world by interfering, I'm done for!"
His inner voice appeared as narration, and the audience all heard it.
[Is there any punishment?]
[Zaizai, don't worry so much, this little boy is really miserable, help him!]
[It probably won't change anything, just help him take back what's his from his uncle and aunt!]
[Zaizai, stand up against injustice!]
[Zaizai, help him!]
Little Taotie looked at the boy, then at this desolate field, his little brows tightly furrowed, "Your family has no food left at all?"
The boy nodded, "I thought I'd try my luck, maybe I could... steal some game."
"Steal game?"
"Hunters set up traps, and pheasants, wild rabbits, and such looking for food at night might fall into them inadvertently. I could... steal the game before the hunters arrive."
Little Taotie suspiciously asked, "Is this something you do often?"
