Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Seven or eight of the younger brothers were all subdued by Wen Muchu, some of them passed out on the spot, and some of them were so scared that they were so frightened.

Lan Xiao has always known that he is very skilled, and two or three people under his hands are always nothing.

But she didn't expect that his skill would be seven or eight people, and two of them would hold swords, and on the premise of protecting her, he would be so good.

A person like him is destined to be a king, even if he grows up in the homes of ordinary people, he will not hide his light.

Lingcheng, such a small place, is destined not to belong to him.

He should be an eagle flying in the sky, and should not be trapped in this small tomb city.

Lan Xiao's physical strength is slowly recovering. Compared to the softness before, she can now stand on her own.

However, she was still held by Wen Muchu at this time, and the whole person was tightly held in his arms.

It was also at such a close distance that her nose could smell a strong smell of blood.

Then she clung to his chest and touched a sticky and moist hand.

She touched her finger to her eyes, and the bright blood stung her eyes.

Lan Xiao ignored the others, and quickly went to check the wound on his shoulder blade.

The wound is not small, and she is bleeding continuously at this time. Compared to the calm before, she is now feeling upset.

"How are you? Does it hurt?" She said dumbly, looking up at him.

Wen Muchu rubbed the blood stained on his hands on the clothes, his slender fingers pinched her chin and made her raise her head.

With his cool fingers, he touched a scar on her neck.

"Do you hurt?"

Lan Xiao trembled and quickly covered his fingers.

"My little wound is nothing compared to yours."

She choked on these words a few times, and looked at the white bones on his shoulder blades and the blood that kept flowing out, her heart was aching.

"I'm fine, let's call the police first..." Wen Muchu said indifferently, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

Lan Xiao looked a little nervously at Ahu, who was lying motionless on the ground. She tugged Wen Muchu's sleeve.

"Wen Muchu, I may have killed someone."

Wen Muchu paused when he heard the words, and he cut off the call that was about to make a call.

His eyes shifted slightly, and his gaze fell on Ahu's body.

His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and there was no bleeding from his neck, but his motionless posture really seemed dead.

Wen Muchu looked surprised and frowned and asked, "You inserted the wound on his neck?"

Lan Xiao nodded calmly.

"He intended to do something wrong with me at the time. I... I don't know where the strength is coming from me, so I got a fever in my head, grabbed a tile, and pierced into him without thinking."

Ahu's injuries are different from those of the younger brothers.

Wen Muchu's lower body is very measured, he has subdued the enemy without killing him.

But Ahu’s wound was fatal, and now he bleeds so much, I’m afraid...

Wen Muchu was still a little unbelievable. This Ahu looked at a man who was about 1.8 meters tall and strong.

How is Lan Xiao, who is a meter six and less than one hundred catties, is Ahu's opponent?

"You attacked him, didn't he resist?" Wen Muchu asked suspiciously.

Lan Xiao also couldn't figure out what went wrong, she honestly replied: "He resisted, and squeezed my wrist, and also stopped it. But... but I don't know, the strength of my body, Why did it suddenly become so big..."