Hey, you are reborn too?

The spy came running to report that the food and fodder had been transported not far away and would arrive at our army's granary soon!

All the troops were shocked when they heard the news.

Due to lack of food, they had been eating wild grass for three days in a row. At this time, they were seriously lacking in oil and water, and their stomachs were already rumbling with hunger.

Hearing that the urgently delivered food and supplies were at his side, he was naturally extremely excited.

This batch of food and grass was of great significance to the soldiers. Jiang Mian attached great importance to this matter and personally went to meet the food and grass transport team sent by the general.

The messenger spoke in a humble tone and kept smiling.

"Your Majesty, the general's army is extremely short of food, and the support from the rear has not arrived yet, so we have to resort to this desperate measure and cut off this batch of food. The general was blind and did not know that this was meant to be delivered to you. Please forgive the general this time."

Jiang Mian frowned. Although he was dissatisfied, the general was indeed his right-hand man. Now he was leading the army alone to defend the captured city. Perhaps he really had some unspeakable secrets.

Thinking of the fact that this person had previously done great service in protecting him, Jiang Mian nodded slightly and asked the messenger to get up from the ground first.

The messenger remained on his knees and began to kowtow, saying how difficult the life there was.

According to his description, after the army entered the city, they had no food to eat and were not welcomed by the people. Also, due to Jiang Mian's order, they could not use violence against the unarmed civilians, so their situation was extremely difficult.

"Your Majesty, the troops there have no food and can't survive!"

He spoke with such sincerity that all the soldiers around him were moved. Jiang Mian was also slightly moved, and his frown finally relaxed a little.

He sighed softly.

It seems that I have delayed for too long, which is really disadvantageous to Beili. Maybe it is not just the army in this place that is short of food, but the troops stationed in other places may have been starving for a long time.

Jiang Mian gently stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help the messenger up.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

A scream suddenly erupted from a distance.

Jiang Mian suddenly pulled himself out of his guilt. When he saw clearly what the messenger held in his hand, his pupils suddenly shrank and even his breathing stopped for a moment - the man had homemade explosives in his hand!

The messenger in front of him had a ferocious look on his face. He jumped up instantly, holding two explosives in his hands, jumped up from the ground, and rushed straight towards Jiang Mian.

At that moment, Jiang Mian felt that he was finished.

He even got his will ready.

After all, my mother is not too old and has a clear mind. She also has power and influence in Beili. If I leave the throne to her, there may be criticism in the court, but since my mother is so powerful, I think it can be suppressed.

In this way, my mother's dream of becoming an emperor has come true.

My mind had given up, but my body had other ideas.

Without asking Jiang Mian's opinion, the unknown violent factor in his body suddenly became restless.

After many years, Jiang Mian felt the same way as that night again.

Three heads and six arms, supernatural powers, omniscient and all-knowing - "Him".

There was a cry of surprise from everyone around me.

Jiang Mian's mind was still not reacting, but his body moved extremely quickly. He broke the man's fingers in an instant and stopped him from pulling the fuse.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Mian had bent his arms behind his back, stepped on the ground, and stomped on him hard with his fur boots, leaving him with no strength to resist.

Jiang Mian's pupils were bloodshot at this moment, perhaps because his life was in danger just now, or perhaps because he had become vengeful over the years and was no longer as gentle as he was when he was a child. At this moment, there was no emotion in his eyes, but his hands could not help but tremble slightly.

He was trying his best to restrain himself, forcing himself not to break the man's arms or crush his ribs.

This person is still useful, and I still need him to find out the mastermind behind the scenes.

Jiang Mian persuaded himself again and again, but the red in his eyes could not be wiped away.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Hearing the screams of people around him, Jiang Mian shuddered all over, cold sweat broke out on his temples, and the world in front of him slowly became clear.

In order to suppress the violent thoughts in his heart, Jiang Mian subconsciously wanted to let go, but somehow, his hand seemed to be out of control and still tightly grasped the man's upper arm.

Jiang Mian tried to control them, but found that his fingers no longer obeyed him. They curled up into a ball, firmly imprisoning their opponents, and also tightly tugging at Jiang Mian's heart.

Don't hold him anymore!

Jiang Mian's eyes widened unconsciously, he directed his arm, and leaned to the side impatiently——

The person under his feet screamed in a very tragic voice, as if he was suffering from unbearable pain.

Suddenly, there was a sound of people gasping for air beside me.

Jiang Mian didn't care at all. He was only thinking about how to move his hands freely.

He tried to shake his arms and found that he could move them freely. He couldn't help but feel relieved, but when he looked closely, he found that he was still holding the forearm tightly.

The person under my feet was clearly unable to move, but I was holding his hand, so why could I still move him up and down, left and right easily?

The person under his feet screamed incessantly, and it sounded like his throat was about to bleed, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

Jiang Mian looked down from where he was holding, and his pupils shrank unconsciously.

No wonder there were gasps all around. It turned out that I had actually torn half of this man's arm off from his body.

Blood gushed out from the fracture, and because the man was unable to lift his broken arm, the blood could only flow to the ground. The dark red color seemed to never stop, slowly gathering into a stream, dyeing the brown land even darker.

Jiang Mian looked at the broken arm in his hand, and for a moment, he was at a loss.

Did he do something wrong?

he does not know.

His eyes were panicked and he kept looking around, as if he was waiting for a voice, waiting for that person to tell him whether he had done anything wrong.

"His Majesty."

General Murong, who had followed him for a long time, stepped out.

His face was solemn, his eyes were straight ahead, and he bowed to Jiang Mian.

"I failed to protect you and frightened you. I will die! Your Majesty, please punish me!"

Jiang Mian blinked twice and finally recovered.

After breaking off the man's arm, the restless factors in the body seemed to be appeased. They calmed down temporarily and fell asleep again in Jiang Mian's blood.

Jiang Mian suddenly felt a chill all over his body. What on earth were these factors that would riot from time to time?

Why do they lose control again and again?

Although every time I felt them riot, it was almost always when my life was at stake. And they did help me escape death twice and save my life.

But Jiang Mian himself also had a feeling that every time those factors wreaked havoc, although his physical fitness was strengthened, "himself" seemed to be out of his control.

The mind is clear, thinking about controlling the body, but the body also has its own consciousness.

Jiang Mian was so frightened by his own thoughts that he shuddered violently.

The mind is clear, but the body cannot be controlled. So, is “myself” still “myself”?

If you are not yourself, then who is "yourself"?

A sharp pain came from his temple, and it felt like a steel needle pierced his brain. Jiang Mian couldn't help but frown and clench his teeth.

His hands unconsciously pressed tightly against his temples.

It really...hurts...

Jiang Mian was breathing heavily, but a lot of images suddenly flooded into his mind.