Just as Zongxia was ready to fight with others, Lincoln's door suddenly opened, and a bunch of white figures quickly blocked in front of her. The tall figure turned back to her, slightly sideways, and the hair in front of her forehead was stained with a little rain.

"this lady, it's still up to men to fight this kind of thing."

as soon as his voice fell, his figure rushed out. His clothes were flying in the strong wind. The pure white figure was particularly prominent in the heavy rain. It was like a feather, fast and fast shuttle.

Zongxia's movement is still in the just posture, but she still...