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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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628 Chs

142. Mo Shangjun, don't you want to challenge my sister?_1

"Damn! Do we really need to test the whistle?"

"Why is Mo Shangjun here? Isn't her name not on the list?"

"Maybe there was a mistake. Her soldiers are all here, so it's not strange for her to show up."

"Forget about her, she might be sent to the psychiatric hospital tomorrow for all we know. Let's focus on tidying up."

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The corridor was filled with noisy sounds.

Most of them were curses.

Those who recognized Mo Shangjun wanted to come over to greet her, but they were silenced by the cursing and pretended not to know Mo Shangjun.

Gradually, whether they knew Mo Shangjun or not, everyone began to mutter her name under their breath.

But they just cursed a few words, made a few complaints, and once they had mumbled enough, they went back to their own dormitories.

They were too busy getting their dorm straightened up to waste time with Mo Shangjun.