The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 498

Chapter 498

Originally, Sean’s legs were completely numb.

No feeling, no pain or itching.

Therefore, every time Willow washed Sean’s feet, she had to personally test the water temperature with her palm before letting Sean’s feet go in.

Otherwise, even if the water was too liot, Sean would not have

any

reaction.

In the past two years, with the help of Willow’s persistent massages, Sean’s legs did not atrophy or degenerate.

At this time, Sean’s legs, which were originally numb and unconscious, could clearly feel the warmth now.

He even felt the sensation of blood flowing.

Sean grabbed the wheelchair with both hands and then stood up slowly.

The two palms soon, slowly, left the armrest of the wheelchair.

When Sean’s two palms left the armrest of the wheelchair, his entire body no longer had any

support.

Surprisingly, he was still able to maintain a standing posture and did not tumble.

At this moment, Sean was ecstatic.

He stood up!

This kind of thing was a very trivial thing for ordinary people.

However, for Sean, who had been stuck in a wheelchair for two years, this was not easy.

If he had never been crippled, he would not have had the extravagant hope of standing up.

Alas, it was precisely because he had experienced the feeling of standing that it would be more uncomfortable when he was paralyzed.

This time, however, he rose up without anyone’s help and stood up completely on his own legs.

This feeling made Sean, whose heart was like a rock, unable to control his excitement as his heartbeat sped up.

After a few seconds, Sean slowly raised his head and those deep eyes were as vast as the sea of

stars.

The black pupils were more like a black hole in space as if anyone looking at him would be sucked into them instantly.

Horrible, cold, terrifying!

At this moment, Sean suddenly burst out with a cold and violent aura.

He had fought fiercely to the death and killed countless enemies for eight years.

How many tens of thousands‘ blood were on his hands?

The eight–year military career had shown Sean’s brilliance and made him sturdy throughout

his life.

That kind of cold murderous aura that could only be created by truly killing countless enemies was even more shocking.

At this moment, Sean closed his eyes slightly and countless images flipped through his mind.

There was a sound of fighting in his ears.

He had experienced countless battles in the cold and windy winter.

He seemed to have returned to that time.

In the past, a boy who was only in his teens took up an important position in the army.

No one respected him.