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Britain has always been famous for its prosperity, and countless shops and brand-name clothes are enviable. Many women and daughters can't help but stop and want to choose one or two designer clothes for a luxurious dinner party.
The commercial streets in Britain are booming at this time, and there are countless cars, but they don't seem to be crowded. At this time, a white figure shuttles through the crowd on the road, and people who don't pay attention can't find it. As long as you look closely, you will know that this woman is not low in martial arts and walks in a different way from others. This woman is followed by a group of people. People who know black clothes can often guess their identities clearly.
Her dark blue eyes are like stars burning in a snowy night, her ivory skin is as perfect as ceramics, and her short skirt only covers her hips, revealing a pair of long and smooth legs. Her steps didn't stop, but her pink lips opened slightly. She whispered, damn it, these idiots, why can't I get rid of it for so long? Do I have to use my real skills? "
"Good opportunity." I saw the woman entering the aisle sideways, and the people behind her were still chasing. When they chased the aisle, they found that the person had disappeared.
"Damn, I ran away again. How to do the work when you go back? " The leader spoke very hard, but he had to give up. Black.
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