"Leader, they're already eating," the guard said, furrowing his brow.
When did their commander become so kind-hearted? To actually share the food meant for his own mouth with others, something that has never happened before!
"Quit the nonsense, if I tell you to deliver it, then deliver it. We can make do with dry rations," Commander Mo glared at the guard and said.
It wasn't that he felt sympathy for others, but now that they were all on White Blind Mountain, if he couldn't take care of those around him, would others care for them? Therefore, he thought that considering others at this moment was also hoping that others would consider him.
It's all about mutual help.
"Yes, Leader."
The guard looked at the bowl in his hand, then at the large pot of rice that had just been cooked, and had no choice but to call over a companion, and the two of them carried the rice over.
Commander Mo followed as well, coming to the side of Zhe Jue and his group.