The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 89

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

the nine

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“Whew!”

took a big

felt a big

numb legs slowly started to feel

as if there a warm current had flown through

his veins from two

would never have felt

been through a lot of, could not help feeling

all, it meant a lot to him to

and began

then, Sean felt the warm current flowing through his

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

leg wobbled slowly

eyes popped wide. Then he

left the wheelchair and got higher and

his leg was about 20 centimeters above

he lost the strength, his right leg began to

teeth, put in all his strength, and held the

was still draining

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

Bang! Bang!

right fist and punched his legs

even with all that hard pounding,

not even

“Argh!”

retracted his hands

He felt aggrieved.

commander of the army, commanding

enemies, scattering them in all

he relied on a wheelchair to

could handle such a sharp

in the military,

a long

had to find a way to

caused by two years

the energy. There must

feel my legs, and feelings come

mumbled, and a glimmer of insight slowly appeared in

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