C459 Beauty

Behind the beauty, four masked men were holding shining battle swords in their hands. One of them was even pulling a light yellow dress as he chased after the beauty.

"Fu-c-k, Lucyya, where are you running to? You are dead this time …" The leader of the group scolded, but when he was halfway through his sentence, he suddenly saw Xia Ming and the hundreds of people behind him