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Chapter 1611

Chapter 1611 Survival Instincts

“Are you saying that I am talking sh*t?”

This time, Francesca reacted very quickly as she stared at him fiercely.

“Of course not. Every single word you said is of utmost importance.”

Zachary’s survival instincts were very strong. He was only able to move his head right now, so his very survival was dependent on Francesca’s mood.

I won’t dare to offend her.

“Hmph! You are not that stupid after all!”

Francesca rolled her eyes at him and scooped the food out of the pot.

She had prepared another dish for herself as well.

“I thought we are discussing about curing my illness. Why are you eating?”

this woman shifts so fast. One minute she is immersed in

the energy to

her hand and squeezed the juice into a glass. Once the glass

for the limping aged wolf next to her. As for the eagle and python, she would

food with such relish that he started to feel hungry. He asked, “Any

move right now, so you can only consume

pushed the glass

not help but frown. “I feel that I’m down

up for you?” snapped Francesca. “Before you can take care of yourself, this

aback. “I will get hungry,

death.” Francesca continued

par. I’m afraid I will have

“Scale back?”

the mention of money, Francesca’s eyes turned ice-cold. She reached out for the cleaver next to her and threw it. The large knife stabbed into a wooden board beside Zachary’s neck, the tip of the knife

shock. He

her pocket and walked up to him. She opened the book up and placed it in front of his eyes with her finger pointing at

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