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

It took about half an hour for Mo Shangjun, along with Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu, to reorganize the teams and devise new strategies.


They could be certain that if there were attacks in the following two days, the opponents they would face would be even more challenging than those they had confronted today.


Therefore, the upcoming strategy would definitely focus on "evasion," not "offense" as it was yesterday.


Mo Shangjun briefly outlined the plan, leaving all the details to be arranged by Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu.


Having said that, Mo Shangjun added, "Tomorrow you will continue to lead the teams, and I will operate from behind the scenes."


Duan Zimu glanced at her, drenched as she was, her combat uniform completely soaked by the rain, her short hair plastered against her skin, looking somewhat tired, presumably having not rested well since last night.


390, don't deliberately test her_1