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

the nine silver needles in one

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“Whew!”

a

felt

slowly started to

was as if there a warm

his veins from two years in a

would never have felt

which had been through a lot of, could

to him to get

and began to try to

warm current flowing through his legs

in his heart. He immediately grabbed hold of

Sean’s right leg wobbled slowly and

eyes popped wide. Then

right leg slowly left the wheelchair

centimeters above the wheelchair,

he lost the strength, his

all his strength, and held

strength was still draining

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

Bang! Bang!

clenched his right fist

that hard pounding, his legs could not feel

not

“Argh!”

slowly retracted his

He felt aggrieved.

supreme commander of

his enemies, scattering them in

a wheelchair to get

handle

years in the military, Sean still

silent for a long time,

useless. He still had to find a way to solve the problem

blood stasis caused by two years

couldn’t muster the energy. There must be something

feel my legs, and feelings

a glimmer of insight slowly appeared in