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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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The column of water, driven by a mighty surge, smashed downward.

Some, caught off guard, lost their balance and were overturned by the blast.

In the morning's training, a considerable amount of water had accumulated beneath the trenches, and now, as people fell, it was as though they had rolled in a ditch. When they stood up again, they were covered in muddy water, and before they could even open their eyes, the water from above struck down once more, making it impossible to see.

Some held their ground steadfastly, preferring death over surrender; some were in a sorry state, tears circling in their eyes; some were pale-faced, with panic clearly visible on their faces.

Wave after wave of people were hit by the water, wave after wave struggled to their feet, pair after pair of bright, shiny eyes stared defiantly through the water jet in Mo Shangjun's direction, filled with intense emotion.

Yet Mo Shangjun seemed unimpressed.

"Report!"