Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Lan Xiao opened his eyes and looked at the man, his nose was sour, and the tears in his eyes, without holding back, fell down.

"Wen Muchu..."

Yes, Wen Muchu is here.

It turned out that he hadn't left yet.

Wen Muchu frowned and looked at Lan Xiao's blood-covered appearance. He trembled and clenched his fists. Without any hesitation, he seized one of the younger brothers' long sticks, and without a word, he waved at those younger brothers go with.

Because he moved fast, shot fiercely and accurately, and went down with a stick, the two younger brothers who were hitting were not prepared at all, and their bodies fell severely into the distance.

The rest of the people finally reacted.

There were two tall men who looked at each other and gritted their teeth.

While Wen Muchu was working on the other younger brothers, the two took a step back, holding the handle of the long stick in their right hand, placing their left hand on the lower part of the stick, and twisting both hands lightly.

The long stick was divided into two pieces like a mechanism.

The two of them threw away the lower part of the long stick. They didn't know what mechanism was triggered on the handle, and there was a squeak, and a sharp blade flashed out.

The blade is half a meter long and extremely sharp.

Lan Xiao saw a chill in her heart. Seeing Wen Muchu dealing with the other younger brothers, she yelled anxiously: "Be careful they have swords..."

As soon as Lan Xiao finished speaking, he saw the two men swinging bright swords and stab Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu didn't even move his eyebrows, and dodged neatly, then holding the long stick in his hand, he smashed one of the people's long sword severely.

The long sword slammed to the ground with a loud noise.

Lan Xiao's heart trembled, and a huge anxiety emerged in her heart.

In the next second, a sharp object was pressed against her neck.

Another person, taking advantage of Lan Xiao's weakness, put the sword against her neck very well.

Lan Xiao's head exploded.

Wen Muchu's hands were quick and quick, he didn't care to stop the long sword swinging at him, and kicked the head of the man holding the sword against Lan Xiao's neck.

The man didn't defend himself, let alone have time to contain Lan Xiao, his whole body was kicked into the air, hit the wall, and passed out completely in a coma.

Although the blade on Lan Xiao's neck was removed in time, it still pierced the skin of her neck more or less, leaving a scar.

There was blood oozing faintly.

Wen Muchu hurriedly pulled her up and hugged her in his arms.

With a chuckle, the long sword that he hadn't had time to dodge was fiercely inserted into Wen Muchu's shoulder blade.

"Wen Muchu..." Lan Xiao paled with fright.

Wen Muchu frowned and screamed, throwing away the long stick in his hand, holding Lan Xiao in one hand, and holding the long sword that pierced him in the other.

The little brother holding the long sword was so frightened by Wen Muchu's posture that he quickly let go of his hand and staggered back a few steps.

Wen Muchu's eyebrows remained unchanged, and without blinking his eyes, he pulled out the long sword from his body, flicked his finger slightly, and slammed it towards the crotch of the little brother.

The little brother was startled. He watched the sword pierce his crotch, tripped under his feet, and fell to the ground.

With a bang, the long sword plunged sharply into the ground, standing straight with cold light.

The little brother looked at the blade standing on the crotch, and his lower body was hot. I don't know if it was blood or urinating. The whole person was terrified.

Less than a few minutes, maybe just a moment.