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.

swept his hand across the silver

the nine silver needles

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“Whew!”

took a big

felt

slowly started to

there a

the blockage in his veins from two

he would never

through a lot of, could not help

it meant a lot to him

a deep breath and began to try to

then, Sean felt the warm current flowing through

in his heart. He immediately grabbed hold of that feeling and tried picking up his

right leg

wide. Then he gathered his

left the wheelchair and got higher

leg was about 20 centimeters above the wheelchair, Sean felt it slowly

strength,

put in all his

his strength was still

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

Bang! Bang!

his right fist and punched

that hard pounding, his

not

“Argh!”

retracted his hands and

He felt aggrieved.

commander of the army, commanding millions of

enemies, scattering them in

he relied on a wheelchair to

handle such a sharp

military, Sean still could not

silent for a long time, adjusting his

had to find a way to solve the

caused by two years

couldn’t muster the energy.

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

and a glimmer of insight