Fruit Store's Bottle

This is a hot-blooded story.
This is a story of growth.
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Mo Shangjun, after an extraordinary encounter with a cunning fox, was as beautiful as a vase.
Rumor had it, she was capricious, crafty, a living rogue!
Ya Tianxing, the mysterious captain of the Ace Special Warfare, was as handsome as a devil.
Rumor had it, he was callous, brutal, a living tyrant!
In reality—
Both were high-level "appearance supremacists"!
The day they met, she was hanging onto Ace's shoulder with a hooligan’s flair, yet her words were earnestly persuasive, "If you want me, it's not impossible, but first, you've got to pay with your charm!"
"Deal!"
The gavel came down.
Thus, the emotional journey of the old fox and the young rogue began amidst a different type of fervor.
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This is the story of two fiends, and when fiends clash head-on, if they want to avoid a life-or-death struggle, then the only option is to enjoy a thorough feast!
This is also a story of youthful ardor, with blood and tears. When the youth facing no regrets meets an increasingly powerful nation, what reason do we have not to be passionately stirred?
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We love our country, so we have no regrets drenching our past weaknesses with sweat;
We love our country, so we selflessly guard the lives of strangers with our blood.
——Mo Shangjun
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[The Chapter of Passion]
"Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier."
——What is your belief?
——You.

How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

Mo Shangjun curled her lips, staring at the collective third platoon with an icy, bone-chilling voice.


Perhaps it was her overwhelming aura, perhaps it was her daunting demeanor, perhaps it was her evident scars.


As her words landed, the third platoon fell silent, their gazes at her tinged with a mix of nervousness and uncertainty.


It could be said that this was the first time they truly confronted Mo Shangjun head-on.


They had heard that Mo Shangjun single-handedly suppressed the second platoon.


They had heard that Mo Shangjun had challenged the first platoon's recruits and emerged victorious.


However, hearing is one thing, and being an onlooker is another.


Actually facing this person, being swept by her cold gaze, they felt sweat seeping from their bones, an invisible oppression enveloping them, weighing heavily on their shoulders, deeply deterring them from any rash response.


Irritated to death by you guys!_1