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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.

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Chapter 1768: Immortal Realm, Returning to the Peak, Si Ye Promoted to Immortal Monarch_1

"Boom."

The dragon head and the demonic hammer collided violently, shaking the mountain valley with their deafening roar.

"Crack."

The Evilbane Sword Spirit unleashed its power, and dazzling sword light burst out, shattering the demonic hammer.

"Dragon battles in the wild!"

Mu Fan's sword moves flowed continuously, pursuing the victory without giving Mo Xiao any chance to breathe.

Taking advantage of his disbelief and momentary distraction, the flying giant dragon roared furiously, swooping down from the sky and piercing through his heart.

"How could this be? How can you be so powerful?"

Mo Xiao looked at the long sword that had pierced through his chest in disbelief, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground with a loud boom.

"Huff."

Long Ying breathed out Thunderbolt Fire, reducing Mo Xiao's remaining spirit and corpse to ashes.

"The Demon Lord is dead!"

"Quick, run!"