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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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141, Abandoned Master Yan_1

"Hmm, I'm not going to the special forces,"

Mo Shangjun said in a tone so light and breezy, as if she had never even considered the "special forces" as an option for her future path.

At that moment, Ya Tianxing, who was setting up a tent, glanced over here, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Why?"

Mu Qixuan looked up in surprise, his eyes fixed on her, and he even forgot to peel off the last layer of lotus leaves wrapping the roasted chicken.

In his perception, any soldier he'd met took pride in joining "special forces," and some would even pulse with excitement at the mention of it.

It was a place where they could affirm their beliefs, fulfill their missions, and become true soldiers.

For such places, they harbored inexplicable admiration and longing.

"Dangerous."

Mo Shangjun spoke indifferently, tossing a dry stick into the campfire.

Taken aback for a moment, Mu Qixuan chuckled, "Are you afraid?"

Mo Shangjun thought for a moment and curved her lips, "Possibly."