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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 · Geral
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1861 Chs

Chapter 1022 Only when this king dies, he will not be criticized by the world_1

"Stop that noise!"

Lin Qingluo's anger surged, her hand's gesture sends out a sharp qi of sword, forcefully silencing everyone.

"Hush hush."

There was a momentary commotion in the hundred-person caravan, some guards sensing danger, instinctively drew their accompanying swords.

Flashes of sword light dazzled the eyes.

Lin Qingluo's fury roared like a raging sea. With another wave of her hand, more sharp qi of sword shot out, hitting their wrists.

"Clang clang."

The sounds of swords hitting the ground echoed from place to place.

"Assassin!"

"Catch her!"

The remaining people became tense, drawing their long swords and pointing them at Lin Qingluo.

"Ha, your lady is in a bad mood, and you lot happened to be here for me to vent."

Lin Qingluo's eyes dimmed, holding a bamboo flute, she rushed towards them.

"Bang bang bang."

"Hush hush."

Wherever her wind-like graceful figure passed, the hundred-person caravan was thrown into disarray, their screams of pain incessant.