The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 627 Not even a roll of bandages
Seeing Wang Chen patting his forehead, standing there without any movement, Duanmu Ruoshui was so angry that he threw his mobile phone at him, and said angrily: "Don't you know how to think about it? "

Wang Chen took Duanmu Ruoshui's cell phone casually, put it in his pocket, and walked lazily, squatting down next to the two women.

His fingers flicked on the two daggers one after another, and the daggers snapped instantly.

Turning the two girls over so that their cheeks were facing the sky, Wang Chen looked at the location of their wounds.

Seeing that their wounds were still bleeding slowly, Wang Chen raised his brows slightly, and stretched out his two hands to touch the aorta of the two women's necks.

After feeling the fluctuation of their aorta, Wang Chen frowned and muttered: "Impossible."

While muttering, Wang Chen stretched out his hand to the wounds of the two women, and after feeling the traces of power lingering in them, Wang Chen became even more puzzled.

Logically speaking, at the moment when the two women stabbed each other, they used their strength to protect their hearts, and even urged their strength to the wound.

Then even if they bleed, it is impossible for them to bleed so much under the urge of strength. Could it be that after the two women passed out, the strength began to slowly dissipate?

But this is also impossible. I touched their wounds just now, and it seems that the strength above them is not weak at all.

"I don't understand."

In the end, Wang Chen felt that his head was very big, and he was about to confuse his head.

Judging from the blood on the ground, the two women stabbed each other for about ten minutes. Although the heart was not pierced, the lives of the two women should be in danger, but now, the two women are just unconscious. died in the past.

What's more, judging from the power lingering around their wounds, although the injuries are a bit serious, they won't be able to make them faint. How did these two women faint.

The most important thing is, what exactly do these two women want to do? If they disagree with each other, they will use a knife. How the hell do they think they are immortal.

Duanmu Ruoshui looked at Wang Chen who was frowning from time to time and kept muttering secretly, and shouted to Wang Chen in a sullen but very anxious tone: "Is there anything you can do?"

"Have."

Wang Chen stared at Duanmu Ruoshui, put one hand on Linglong's body, and the other hand on the white-haired woman.

puff-

The strength of his hands surged out, and the clothes worn by the two women immediately shattered into pieces and fell off.

The clothes of the two girls were shattered, Wang Chen looked at their wounds, frowned slightly and said to Duanmu Ruoshui: "Look and see if there is a medicine box."

After finishing speaking, Wang Chen slowly moved his hand to the wounds of the two women, and she pressed her hand slightly, originally intending to directly shake out the broken dagger with strength.

But in the end, considering that the wound was close to the hearts of the two women, he had to give up his thoughts.

His fingers moved slightly on the broken dagger, and when it reached the broken place, Wang Chen held the dagger between his fingers, and with a slight shake of his shoulder, the broken dagger was pulled out from the wounds of the two women.

"Humph--"

As the dagger was drawn out, the two unconscious women snorted coldly with pain on their faces, and their wounds, because there was nothing to block them, blood flowed out desperately.

Wang Chen directly blocked the wounds of the two girls with his big hands, but because the wounds were too sensitive, Wang Chen would talk from time to time.

However, he was amazed at the control power of these two women. They did not stab each other's heart, and they did not leave the slightest mark on the chest. It can be seen how amazing this control power is.

Containing all the wild thoughts in his heart, Wang Chen's power poured out from his body unhurriedly, covering the wounds of the two women with his power, so that the blood would not flow out easily.

"Did you find the medicine cabinet?"

Wang Chen asked Duanmu Ruoshui who walked into the white-haired woman's private room.

"not yet."

Duanmu Ruoshui responded in an anxious tone. Obviously, she was in the room and did not find the medicine box at all.

Wang Chen didn't think that this clothing store really didn't have any medicine chests. He lowered his head, glanced at Linglong, then at the white-haired woman, and said slowly, "Tell me where the medicine chest is when you wake up, don't you Don't you think we are in an embarrassing situation now?"

After Wang Chen's words fell, the eyelashes of Linglong and the woman, who were lying on the ground as if she had passed out, twitched slightly, and then slowly opened their eyes.

Linglong's face was pale, she turned her eyes around, and realized her current situation, she looked at Wang Chen with resentment in her eyes and shouted: "Little brother, why did you lose my clothes?"

"It's too slow to undress you."

Wang Chen shrugged slightly, Linglong is not wearing a skirt today, but casual clothes, it would be a waste of time to untie one by one.

As for the white-haired woman's cheongsam, that's even better, Wang Chen doesn't know how to untie that thing at all, what else can he do except be a little violent.

The white-haired woman was silent for a while, and said to Wang Chen in a weak tone: "The medicine box is behind the counter."

"Oh."

Hearing what the woman said, Wang Chen immediately stood up and walked towards the counter not far away.

Following Wang Chen's departure, his power covering the wounds of the two women also disappeared, and blood immediately flowed from the wounds of the two women, making their expressions paler and paler.

Linglong bit her lip, and said to Wang Chen angrily: "Little brother, do you want us to die faster?"

"I don't understand, what are you doing hurting each other when you have nothing to do?"

Wang Chen found the medicine box from the counter, squatted down next to the two girls again, and said while rolling his eyes.

If these two women hadn't shot at each other nervously, how could such a thing have happened.

Duanmu Ruoshui, who was looking for the medicine box in the white-haired woman's private room, heard the sound and hurried out from inside.

She came to the side of the two women and knelt down, blushing a little, and covered the lower body of the two women with the towel she took out, then glared at Wang Chen coquettishly.

She is a little suspicious now that Wang Chen deliberately shredded the two girls' clothes.

The faces of Linglong and the woman also turned slightly rosy, but maybe it was because they saw too many things, so they didn't show too much embarrassment.

Wang Chen turned his head and looked at Duanmu Ruoshui next to him, then opened the medicine box and looked at some medicines inside.

"Cold medicine... Fengyoujing... bruise medicine... You don't even have a roll of bandages, why do you keep this medicine chest?"

Looking at the things in the medicine box, the corners of Wang Chen's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)