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

Before the rescue arrived, Mo Shangjun had left ahead of time.


Lou Lantian wouldn't leave Ni Rou behind for the time being.


Mo Shangjun walked back at a leisurely pace, each step leaving a very shallow mark on the ground that was quickly washed away by the rain until there was no trace left.


The rainfall grew increasingly heavy, with thunder and lightning, and a continuous rumble. The sky was covered with dark clouds, making the midday as dim as dusk.


Mo Shangjun returned to the campsite she had chosen earlier.


It was the only open space nearby, deliberately chosen as she had anticipated rain. However, upon arriving at the campsite, she saw several people sitting in front of her long-extinguished campfire, shivering.


Xiang Yongming, Lai Liang, An Chen, Qin Lian, Bai Peng.


113. Mo Shangjun, you just casually take credit! _1