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Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

The Duke's family has gone a century with no daughters. When a daughter was finally born to them, she should have received all the love and pampering, but it turns out that the real daughter had been swapped at birth and taken in by a family of kind-hearted hunters. Ever since they adopted the girl, the hunters seemed to get lucky in everything—game seemed to run into the traps and nets they set, and they would find rare herbs wherever they went. Ten tears later, the Duke's family finally realized the truth that their daughter had been swapped and journeyed over a thousand miles to bring her home. After she returned to her real family, the daughter was undoubtedly spoiled rotten by every member of her family... After she grew up, Lin Qingluo excelled in martial arts and rose to the peak of the martial world. Joining the battlefield with her brothers and father, she crushed their enemies and became known as a Goddess of War, gaining countless admirers. Lord of Heavenly Secret Pavilion: Your reputation precedes you, milady—none compares to you, just as the rumors say. Chief of the Potion Valley: Your skills with medicine are extraordinary, and I defer to your expertise. I pledge my loyalty in exchange for your tutelage to practice medicine and help people. The First Prince of Qi Nation: Thank you for rescuing me. I owe you a life debt. Lin Qingluo: A clingy prince has stolen my heart, and he is all I can think about. There is no other person on my mind.

Ting Lan Listening to the Rain · Allgemein
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1861 Chs

Chapter 1286: A few naughty strands of hair, covering his perfect side profile _1

The scent of the silk handkerchief and the faint fragrance lingering around the tip of his nose blended together, causing Mu Fan's back to stiffen once again. The cold sweat on his forehead seemed to grow even thicker.

"We're almost there."

He shook his head once more, pacing quickly, and rushed towards the village.

*

In a secluded small village hidden in a deep mountain valley, at the eastern end of the village, there was a small courtyard with a semi-new three-room tile house and a slightly uneasy homeowner.

The old man rubbed his rough hands, his heart restless as he watched the two blood-stained young men who suddenly appeared at his door in the dark night, his eyes filled with panic.

"Both Immortal Masters, my humble home is poor, only one vacant room is left. Can the two of you make do with sharing one room?"

"That's fine."