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Chapter Fifty-Three: His Redemption

The system didn't know what deal Mo Niannian had reached with the boss, but the boss didn't ask anything about it.

But the host did not continue to take out things that did not comply with the regulations of the small world.

Jiang Hu kept falling asleep, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Mo invited countless imperial doctors and doctors every year.

Anyone with a little bit of fame is here.

They tactfully expressed that Jiang Hu was hopeless and that he could prepare for his funeral.

Mo Niannian didn't say anything and just asked people to continue looking for the doctor.

The regent and his wife were very worried about Mo Niannian's mental state.

I don't know how to persuade her.

They felt sorry for Mo Niannian and knew that if Jiang Hu hadn't been there, something would have happened to Mo Niannian.

Jiang Hu is Mo Niannian's savior, that is, the savior of their whole family.

The regent issued a notice inviting talented people from all over the world. As long as Jiang Hu's disease can be cured, the regent's palace is willing to hide their wish unconditionally.

There should be no one in the world who doesn't want the favors from the Prince Regent's Palace.

A large crowd flocked to the Prince Regent's palace.

However, Jiang Hu was seriously injured, and the fact that he could even breathe was beyond everyone's expectations.

Everyone returned in despair and left the Regent's Palace in despair.

The old doctor who came from the palace couldn't bear to see them wasting their efforts. He touched his beard and said directly: "Your Majesty, let me tell the truth. It is a miracle that he can survive to this day. You should make preparations in advance."

Mo Niannian sent everyone away silently.

Locked himself in Jiang Hu's room.

[He is the male protagonist, he will not die so easily, right? 】

The system has no way to give an answer and can only remain silent.

It detects here that the male protagonist's luck is getting weaker and weaker.

Both it and Mo Niannian know what it means.

Mo Niannian was actually not as sad as everyone thought, she just felt a tightness in her chest.

It was an emotion she had never experienced before.

She didn't understand why the male protagonist did this.

Mo Niannian watched him silently, not knowing whether it was the last journey with him.

Jiang Hu fell into boundless darkness.

He was wrapped in darkness and couldn't break free. He slowly indulged in darkness.

Faintly, a voice told him that he couldn't go on like this, he still had unfinished obsessions, and he had to wake up.

Jiang Hu worked hard to fight against the darkness.

He didn't know how long it took before a light appeared in front of his eyes.

However, all this made him even more uncomfortable.

His sordid past flashed before him one by one.

The despicable past that he had hidden was torn open in front of him, and he had to face it all.

His mother passed away when he was very young, and the memory of this woman in his mind was close to zero.

All he knew was that the man briefly loved his mother.

She has to live and die in love, because this incident has offended countless people.

However, that man's love came and went even faster. He was tired of his mother and took back all the exceptions.

His mother died in depression and left him behind.

At the age of two or three, without any protection, he became the target of everyone's revenge.

Being beaten, forced to kneel down, and humiliated were commonplace.

When he got older, all kinds of assassinations and humiliations never stopped.

In order to survive from that cannibal palace, he didn't know how much blood was stained on his hands.

He was never innocent, and he trampled those who tried to kill him and humiliate him into the dirt one by one.

However, no matter how much a person's power is limited, he was framed and suppressed by several of his brothers and demoted to a commoner.

Just like that, they still didn't let him go and took him into the military camp.

The kind of troops that are specifically designed to die.

He became cannon fodder and a victim of the war.

On the battlefield, he saw a more cruel and bloody world.

He once thought he would die in that mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

However, he survived and was captured by the Nanming army.

Everyone knows what it means to be a prisoner, and no one will tolerate prisoners of the enemy.

However, he had long been accustomed to such days, and it didn't bother him much.

Being beaten, hungry, and humiliated was just a common occurrence for him, and he was even planning how to escape from here.

That day was the darkest day in his history. They were dragged along the street. They were all slaves sent to the school grounds for the amusement of the nobles.

The guards pointed at them and sneered, whipping them from time to time, and he cooperated with his expression of fear.

"Hahaha! These cowards! Bah!"

"Send them to the school grounds in a moment so that we adults can hunt some more prey."

Several people were laughing and joking, and suddenly a whip fell on Jiang Hu again, "Walk faster! Why are you dawdling? Do you want to be beaten?"

Jiang Hu glanced at him reluctantly, and his wild beast-like eyes caught the guard's attention.

He looked over and said fiercely, "What are you looking at? Are you not convinced?"

He grabbed Jiang Hu's collar and pulled him over. Jiang Hu's hair spread out from his forehead, revealing his handsome face.

Even though he is a little malnourished, he looks exceptionally handsome.

Jiang Hu immediately lowered his head and trembled twice, "I don't dare, I don't dare."

"Hey! I never knew we had such a handsome young man here." The man pulled Jiang Hu out of the team.

He lifted up Jiang Hu's hair, revealing his face.

All the guards present were stunned and stared at Jiang Hu.

"Is there such a thing?" Several people looked at each other and saw indescribable feelings in each other's eyes.

yu.

"Hey, it would be a pity to send this kind of stuff to die."

Several people were talking, and there was another tacit understanding.

laugh.

Jiang Hu's whole body tensed up. He understood their eyes so well that he tried to break free from their hands like crazy. However, his hands and feet were shackled and he was no match for these big men.

They tore off his clothes and exposed his strong body to the air. The guards whistled, very satisfied.

Jiang Hu's eyes were red and dripping with blood. He was struggling wildly, and the shackles were all worn out and bleeding. His voice was full of murderous intent and despair, "I won't let you go!"

He stared at the guards intently, like evil ghosts.

He struggled wildly, trembled all over, roared, and despaired.

Those big dirty hands ripped off the fig leaf from his body, and he lay on the ground like a corpse.

He closed his eyes and waited for hell to come.

At that moment, he wanted to destroy everything crazily.

"Stop!" The clear and ethereal voice stopped all tragedy.

Several people on him were pulled down and he was rescued.

He looked up and saw the god who redeemed him. His god was so beautiful and noble.

She was wearing a pink coat skirt and a white mink velvet shawl, so white and spotless.

He looked up to her, looking up to his salvation.
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