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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

energy to

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

limping aged wolf next to her. As

he started to feel hungry. He asked,

can’t move right now, so you can only consume a liquid

pushed the glass

but frown. “I feel that I’m down to all skin and bones, and I should be

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

aback. “I will get hungry,

starve to death.” Francesca continued

par. I’m afraid I will have to scale back on

“Scale back?”

mention of money, Francesca’s 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 from cutting

eyes widened in shock. He did not even dare to

the book up and placed it in

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