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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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Grandpa is in a good mood, he doesn't mind _1

Ye Qianxiao kicked a stone over and sat down near Mo Shangjun.

She pulled out her military knife so quickly that no one saw clearly; by the time they noticed, the knife was already in her hand.

She drew a branch from the ground and, holding the handle in her right hand, she made several swift, smooth cuts on the fish.

Quick and precise, her technique was practiced and the cuts, even.

Mo Shangjun lifted her eyelids; not the knife work, but the military knife itself caught her attention—

Cold Steel SRK.

A well-known survival knife, always carried on one's person; clearly, it was from someone who cherished their knives.

As she made a few more cuts, Mo Shangjun harbored doubts. With "Ace's" attitude, "The King of Guns" was supposedly poor at this craft, but if her knife skills were so proficient, how could her shooting be bad?

Holding back her curiosity, Mo Shangjun didn't dwell on it. She leisurely made a few cuts on the fish in front of her and then put away her knife.