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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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Yo, Brother Xing_1

The red smoke signaled withdrawal.

The direction from which it rose was right in front of Mo Shangjun. The lingering smoke shrouded her figure, her outline faint and indistinct.

A multitude of eyes looked over.

Surprise, astonishment, and confusion were all that remained in their depths.

Just a moment ago, Yan Gui had been relieved that he wouldn't have to bleed heavily, but the next moment his mind went blank, hardly able to think at all.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Mo Shangjun emerged from the smoke and stood under the sun. She squinted her eyes and swept a glance over the surrounding people.

"Momo, did a donkey kick you in the head?"

Yan Gui blinked incredulously, and even the voice in which he asked was filled with nothing but pure confusion.

He just wanted to know—

Why would Mo Shangjun, who was fine, choose to withdraw?

"No," Mo Shangjun shrugged nonchalantly.

Yan Gui stared with wide eyes, "Then why did you withdraw?"