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.

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

the nine silver needles in

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“Whew!”

took a

felt a big

legs slowly started

there a warm current had flown

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

would never have

been through a lot of, could not help

to him to get on

deep breath and began to

felt the warm current flowing through his

grabbed hold of that feeling and tried picking up

moment, Sean’s right leg wobbled slowly

popped wide. Then he gathered his

the

was about 20 centimeters above the wheelchair, Sean felt it

he lost the strength, his right leg began to

in all his

was

to pull up his dropping leg. However, as

Bang! Bang!

right fist and punched his legs

with all that hard pounding,

could not even

“Argh!”

slowly retracted his hands and

He felt aggrieved.

the supreme commander of the army, commanding millions of

scattering

on a wheelchair

could handle such a sharp

the military, Sean

a long time, adjusting

to find a way

stasis caused by two years

I couldn’t muster the energy. There must be

can’t feel my legs, and feelings come from the sensory nervous

glimmer of insight slowly