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

Yan Gui sprinted to Mo Shangjun's side.


Mo Shangjun raised her hand, and the banana leaf beside her flew towards Yan Gui, forcing him to halt one meter away from her.


Caught off guard and slapped in the face by the banana leaf, Yan Gui peeled it off and then stared at Mo Shangjun with a pitiful look.


Yan Gui called out to her with immense grievance.


Mo Shangjun lifted her eyelids, slowly giving him a sidelong glance.


"Even if you do this, I won't get angry," Yan Gui said, swallowing down his resentment.


Mo Shangjun almost burst into laughter at his clownish antics.


Pressing her temples, Mo Shangjun looked at him with a headache, "How many are left?"


Mo Shangjun threw all the banana leaves aside, revealing the day's spoils—five backpacks stuffed full of food.


"...damn it." Yan Gui stared dumbfounded at Mo Shangjun, "Momo, did you go shopping or something?"


Mo Shangjun rolled her eyes at him in the darkness.


388, 277, withdraw from the intensive training [Second Update]_1