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The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

# DECEPTION # FAMILYDISPUTE # DIVINE HEALER Gu Yanfei was reborn. In her last life, it was only after her death that she realized she was the real daughter in a story about a real and a fake rich daughter. She was supposed to be the daughter of a nobleman, but someone switched her with another child at birth and left her leading a wretched life — a cannon fodder from start to finish. The female lead was the fake rich daughter, but she was also blessed with good fortune and the affection of the Gu family, taking everything that was rightfully Gu Yanfei's. In that life, Gu Yanfei lived as she died, with no rhyme or reason. However, after her death, she transmigrated to a cultivators' realm and became a healer... But after cultivating herself for 200 years, she failed her ascension trials. Then, one of the divine thunderbolts struck her and sent her back to her last life — back to the moment when the identity of the rich daughter was exposed. Upon her return, everyone in the nobleman's residence was laughing at her for being illiterate and uneducated, a far cry from the fake rich daughter blessed with good looks and a kind heart, who stood above the rest. They just did not know that Gu Yanfei was a fully-leveled character, reincarnated back to this moment!

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707 Chs

Jealousy (1)

Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios

"Phew—Phew—"

The cold wind howled, and the air was filled with the thick smell of blood. The smell of blood drilled into everyone's noses, making them want to vomit.

Apart from the smell of blood, there was also a pungent smell of gunpowder that lingered.

Gu Yanfei rubbed her nose and silently praised him in her heart. His marksmanship was not bad.

How could this be?! Baili Yin's eyes widened in shock. His right hand tightened on the reins, and the smile on his usually playful and handsome face disappeared.

The black horse beneath him raised its legs in shock and whinnied.

Baili Yin clearly felt a burning pain in his left ear, reminding him of what had just happened.

He turned slowly and looked up. More than 200 feet away, Chu Yi, who was on the mountainside, seemed to be at the top of the clouds. He held the reins elegantly in one hand and a black flintlock in the other.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the dark muzzle.