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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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Chapter 1375: Evilbane Sword Spirit Appears, Searching for the Young Man in Red_1

"It's good if you don't mind."

"You rest for a while and we won't disturb you."

Baoya and Hunao silently breathed a sigh of relief, lying down on either side, quietly protecting him.

*

Mu Fan looked thoughtful, stayed silent for a moment, closed his eyes, and transformed his consciousness into a human shape, entering his Sea of Consciousness. Inside, he searched for the mysterious red-robed boy's figure.

The Sea of Consciousness was like a clear, calm lake, with white clouds floating on it.

"Who are you?"

"Where are you?"

"Why are you in my Sea of Consciousness?"

He wandered aimlessly, stepping on the shallow water and searching.

Alas, no matter how many times he called out, there was no trace of the red-robed boy and no response.

"Stop shouting, silly boy."

Evilbane Sword Spirit suddenly appeared within the Sea of Consciousness as a phantom, arms crossed, looking at him with a disdainful expression: "What are you shouting for? You're giving me a headache."