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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?”

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

energy to

Francesca was eating, she crushed an apple with her hand and squeezed the juice into a glass. Once the

a while, she would throw a few pieces of meat and bones for the limping aged wolf next to her. As for the eagle and python, she would leave them

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

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

glass of juice

and could not help but frown. “I feel that I’m down to all skin and

eat, you will poop. Who is going to clean up for you?” snapped Francesca. “Before you

“I will get

starve to death.” Francesca continued

afraid I will have to

“Scale back?”

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

widened in shock. He

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

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