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

Lu Yang was drenched in fresh blood, as if every part of his body had sustained severe injuries; the pain, rather than numbing after reaching its peak, became even more intense.


Even with training to endure pain, such agony was too much for him to bear.


"Lu Yang, just tell us the name of the real culprit, and we absolutely won't go back on our word, we'll take you to the hospital alive," one of the interrogators, a burly man holding a dagger he had pulled from Lu Yang's shoulder, asked with a stern face.


To ensure Lu Yang heard him clearly, he enunciated every single word crisply.


And, as he spoke these words, blood slowly gathered at the tip of the dagger and slid down in rivulets, drop by drop, falling onto the dusty ground.


Lu Yang's face turned pale from the pain, and his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily. He looked at the three men within his field of vision, his mind somewhat unclear.


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