"Can't you two at least have some backbone?" Gu Shanhai looked at the two kids in front of him, who appeared to be around seven or eight years old, with a helpless expression.
These two were the immature versions of the protagonist, their protagonist aura not yet stabilized.
But their aptitude was exceptional. Even without a special physique, they were like uncut jade, which, with a bit of polishing, could become a fine gem, at least a top-notch Grandmaster figure in this world.
Yet here they were, resorting to petty thievery, just moments ago stealing two buns from Gu Shanhai, one each.
"I take the blame for what I did; it has nothing to do with Gouwa. The buns are already in our stomachs; you can do as you please with me," one of them said with a stiff neck.
"He's called Gouwa, so are you called Erdan?" Gu Shanhai quipped, thinking these names were quite peculiar for survival.
"No, I'm called Damao." The other seemed taken aback, and his tone was slightly flustered.
