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How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

This is a hot-blooded story. This is a story of growth. # 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. # 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? # 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 # [The Chapter of Passion] "Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier." ——What is your belief? ——You.

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Qin Xue frowned lightly, "Take us over."

No one objected to her words.

Shang Yuanting tended to prioritize Qin Xue's opinions and basically wouldn't oppose her.

Du Guihua and Zuan Qu were mainly attached to Qin Xue and Shang Yuanting, so to speak, they had no room to express their opinions.

"Okay."

Qin Lian nodded without any hesitation.

Though Team 11 had Yu Yitong and Yao Jinzhao, Team 17 also had Qin Xue and Shang Yuanting; the difference between them should be negligible.

Moreover, with her joining their side, and Yan Gui probably not going too hard on them...

The chances of victory were quite evident.

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On the other side.

Mo Shangjun and An Chen finished their sashimi, dug a hole to bury the bones and other trash, and without any qualms, nibbled on compressed biscuits in front of the supervising instructor.

After cleaning up, Mo Shangjun raised her hand to touch the back of her neck.

It was chillingly cold.