Before long, that demon named Mo Shangjun appeared in front of the four of them.
Having witnessed Mo Shangjun's wicked deeds, Lun Jingye felt inexplicably uneasy upon seeing her now.
—It's this woman that kept Liang Zhiqiong in the dark, making him blindly devoted to her!
If he could, Lun Jingye really wanted to slap the "scumbag" label on Mo Shangjun.
But, he didn't dare.
"Anything, anything you need?"
Faced with the unanimously acknowledged Mo Shangjun, a trainee nervously stepped forward to ask her.
There was still a hint of bruise at the corner of Mo Shangjun's right eye, but under the beam of the flashlight, that bruise appeared like a tattoo. As she raised an eyebrow with a slight smile, the bruise seemed to ripple, strangely making her seem like an enchantress.
Even the righteous military uniform couldn't conceal her aura of mischief.
Her lips curled slightly, and Mo Shangjun asked them with a smile in her eyes, "Could I join you?"
What?
Join you?
