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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 · Integral
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Chapter 817: Nourishing Spirit Roots (Part 2)_1

"Master, I'll help him suppress the pain."

Mo Canglan happened to be sitting cross-legged just behind Feng Yi. He hurriedly got up, his right hand flashed with spiritual light, and slapped Feng Yi's chest.

A gentle spiritual power, like a summer rain, penetrated his heart meridian, flowed through his limbs and bones, and relieved the burning pain.

"Whew."

Feng Yi let out a comfortable breath, stopped rolling in pain, and lay motionless on the ground.

"Well done."

Lin Qingluo's delicate voice clearly reached Mo Canglan's ears, generously praising him.

"Hehe."

Mo Canglan's ears were slightly red, and he touched his nose, grinning foolishly.

"Brother Meng can't stand it anymore. I'll help him."

Lin Qingluo sensitively noticed that something was wrong with Wang Meng, whose body was showing signs of convulsion. In a flash, she went in front of him and slapped his chest.

Soft spiritual power continuously entered his body.