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

out the nine silver needles

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“Whew!”

a

Sean felt a

slowly started to feel

was as if there a warm

in his veins from two years in a wheelchair might

never have

heart, which had been through a lot of, could not help feeling

lot to him

a deep breath and began to try to

felt the warm

hold of that feeling and tried picking

moment, Sean’s right leg wobbled slowly and lifted

Then he

right leg slowly left the wheelchair

his leg was about 20 centimeters above the wheelchair,

he lost the strength, his right leg began

all his strength,

his strength was still

instantly reached out to pull up his dropping leg. However, as Sean’s

Bang! Bang!

fist and punched his

that hard pounding,

could not

“Argh!”

retracted his hands

He felt aggrieved.

the past, he was the supreme commander of the army,

enemies, scattering them in

he relied on a

one could handle such

spending eight years in the military, Sean still could not take it

was silent for a long time, adjusting his

find a way to solve the

cleared the blood stasis caused by two years in a

I couldn’t muster the energy. There must

and feelings

and a glimmer of