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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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Afternoon, 3:30 PM.

Mo Shangjun moved like a wraith, circling the entire jungle range, while incidentally getting a grasp of the general situation.

Smart people always outnumber the fools; the majority had chosen to form alliances. After a tough battle throughout the night and into the morning, basically no one chose to instigate warfare proactively. Without specific advancement quotas, they threw in the towel; those who were tired just hid away.

As Mo Shangjun strolled around, it turned out to be surprisingly safe.

Once, while passing by an ambush site, she overheard a low conversation between two people.

—Should we take her down? It's just her alone.

—Forget it, too tired.

—Grin and bear it. Eliminating a competitor is a good thing.

—What good is that? She still has the energy to walk, and I'm struggling to even breathe without willpower. How can I get rid of someone?

—Alright then, I'll take a nap.