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

This night, for the trainees, passed rather comfortably.


They were usually training all day long, and during rest times, they would merely eat and then rest their tired bodies. There wasn't much interaction, even among those who lived in the same dorm.


The current lifestyle was like a vacation to them; they made the best out of a tough situation. Even though there was nothing to eat, they would gather in twos and threes for a chat, sing before bedtime, and lay together discussing life—it was practically a luxury.


Even with the harsh environment, not a word of complaint was heard.


Around 11 p.m., all of the trainees were sent to sleep by Peng Yuqiu.


However, the three instructors leading their group went to a place that was somewhat further away.


Mo Shangjun turned her back, leaning against a rock, with her arms folded, watching the other two.


Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu stood side by side, their expressions tinged with contemplation.


261, made their family's Yama devilishly bad_1