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 crouched at the hiding spot where the teaching assistant had been before, glancing around a few times while interrogating him.


She hadn't seen anyone else on her way over, at the very least, there were no other ambushers within a twenty-meter radius around this kid.


Moreover, aside from her, the other people were also taking action, with the students starting to search for the ambushers' positions after the initial shock, and on the other side of the camp, Mo Shangjun heard the sounds of a scuffle, which quickly quieted down.


Picking up the sniper rifle beside her, Mo Shangjun checked the magazine's bullets while asking in an unhurried manner.


The paintball that had just hit Liang Zhiqiong and the sniper rifle that had aimed at her before were both this kid's doing.


Clearly, this kid's only purpose was to serve as the vanguard, his sole function was to tell them "you have a new mission, your food supplies have been located."


372, according to the temperament of your Yama_1