Gu Qingqiu held the oatmeal and walked towards the pond.
The breeze lifted her long skirt, revealing her fair calf. Her right hand lifted to press down her large-brimmed fisherman's hat, lest it be blown away!
Gu Qingqiu arrived at the pond's edge, tore open the package, grabbed a handful of oatmeal, and tossed it into the pond.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Lin Baici frowned.
"It depends on your plan for the future. If you want to be like a slave master, suppressing everyone with intimidation, then morality doesn't matter, just do as you please!"
San Miyairi knew Lin Baici was referring to him not using cannon fodder in this situation: "Of course, doing this, no one will see you as a true leader. You'll end up alone."
"Or you can make those beneath you convinced by your strength!"
"Only then, when you rally them, will someone be willing to accompany you into God's ruins!"
To put it bluntly, using cannon fodder is the lowest behavior.
