The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 89

“I see.”

Kent saw that Sean did not want to say anymore, so he stopped asking.

“Dinner! Dinner!

“Dad, hurry over and wash your hands. Sean, I’ll get you some water.”

Willow walked to the kitchen door and spoke to Sean and Kent.

“Okay!”

Sean smiled and nodded.

They enjoyed the meal.

A rare coziness slowly spread through the family.

Sean listened most of the time while everyone at the dinner table talked.

Fion and the rest also knew Sean was a man of few words, so they let him be.

With a spoon and a fork in hand, Sean glanced over the three people’s faces.

He suddenly felt emotional.

His heart, which was once fiercely tough, had softened considerably.

There was a time when everything Fion did disgusted him.

However, putting himself in her shoes, who would willingly marry off their daughter to a cripple?

Therefore, Sean’s initial dislike of Fion had dissipated quite a bit.

Sean was willing to protect them as long as they changed.

After dinner.

Willow went back to her room after helping Sean wash up.

Sean took out the silver needles again and applied special needle treatment to the acupoints of both legs.

The needle vibrated as they were inserted precisely.

minutes later, Sean slowly swept his hand across the silver needles in

nine silver

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“Whew!”

took a big

felt

legs slowly

was as if there a warm

that the blockage in his veins from two years in a wheelchair might have

never have felt

which had been through a lot of, could

all, it meant a lot to

and began to try to use his

then, Sean felt the warm current flowing through

He immediately grabbed hold of that feeling and tried picking up

Sean’s right leg wobbled slowly

wide. Then he gathered his strength

leg slowly left the wheelchair and

his leg was about 20 centimeters above the wheelchair, Sean

as he lost the strength, his right leg began to

put in all his strength,

his strength was still draining

dropping leg. However, as Sean’s palm left, his

Bang! Bang!

right fist and punched his legs

all that hard pounding, his legs

not even

“Argh!”

slowly retracted his hands and

He felt aggrieved.

was the supreme commander of the army,

his enemies, scattering them

a

could handle such a sharp

military, Sean still could not take it in

was silent for a long time, adjusting

useless. He still had to find a

stasis caused by two years in

energy. There

my legs, and feelings come

and a glimmer of insight slowly appeared in