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Chapter 1611

Chapter 1611 Survival Instincts

“Are you saying that I am talking sh*t?”

This time, Francesca reacted very quickly as she stared at him fiercely.

“Of course not. Every single word you said is of utmost importance.”

Zachary’s survival instincts were very strong. He was only able to move his head right now, so his very survival was dependent on Francesca’s mood.

I won’t dare to offend her.

“Hmph! You are not that stupid after all!”

Francesca rolled her eyes at him and scooped the food out of the pot.

She had prepared another dish for herself as well.

“I thought we are discussing about curing my illness. Why are you eating?”

mood of this woman shifts so fast. One minute she is immersed in sorrow, and the very next

only have the energy to treat you once

juice into a glass. Once the glass was full, she sipped

for the limping aged wolf next to her. As for the eagle and python, she would leave them

saw her savoring the food with such relish that he started to feel hungry. He asked, “Any food

can’t move right now, so

glass of juice

Zachary looked at the leftover apple juice and could not help but frown. “I feel that I’m down to all skin and bones, and I should

poop. Who is going to clean up for you?” snapped Francesca. “Before you can take care of yourself, this is

was taken aback. “I will get hungry, won’t

to death.” Francesca continued to

have to scale back on your

“Scale back?”

eyes turned ice-cold. She reached out for the cleaver next to her and threw it. The large knife stabbed into a wooden board beside Zachary’s neck, the tip of the knife only a millimeter away

in shock. He did not

her pocket and walked up to him. She opened the book up and placed it in front of his

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