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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 · Umum
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1861 Chs

Chapter 1237: In the Fengqi Empire, there is no room for your arrogance_1

Lin Qingluo deliberately slowed down, forcing the assassin to the outskirts of Capital City.

One in front and the other behind, they landed on the top of the trees. Seeing that there was no way to escape, the assassin abandoned his long sword, gathered his powerful internal energy in his right palm, and struck her heart.

"Blood Killing Palm? You really are Du Sha."

Lin Qingluo's graceful figure, like the wind, spun in the air at an incredible angle, avoiding the deadly blow.

Du Sha didn't wait for her to land, one palm following another, continuously attacking.

Lin Qingluo showed no fear, constantly rotating and shifting. The sharp palm wind grazed her body, striking a large tree 100 meters away, splitting it from bottom to top into several sections, and crashing to the ground.

"Du Sha, your end is near."

Lin Qingluo drew her sword, exuding dominance: "The Fengqi Empire can't tolerate your arrogance."

"Hmph."