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Living In Another World With A Farm

If he wanted to boss around, he could do whatever he wanted. I would continue to farm, but if he tried to attack me, then he would not live to see another day. Zhao Hai was a shut-in until he was transmigrated to another world with a farm and taken over the body of a fallen noble. The land that the noble had was one that could not grow anything. He also had a fiance who was the heir to a principality. To make matters even worse, he was talentless in martial arts and magic where he couldn’t even learn both. “So what if I can’t do magic? I have my farm. Let’s see you try and attack me! I’ll let my bugs out to devour all of your military rations! I’ll put pesticides in your water source and grow weeds on your land! Let’s see you try and attack me after that!” “What? You’ll hire assassins to kill me? Try and do that when I’m hiding inside my farmhouse. Once that is over, I’ll rid your country of all your food sources! Your citizens will come after you instead of you coming after me!” The shut-in had a slightly foul personality. This is a story of how he, and his farm, became a nightmare to the people of a world of swords and magic.

Ming Yu · Eastern
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Studying hard (1)

Surprise, this was definitely a surprise. Zhao Hai had never thought that the book could be used in such a way. He had only written the fist technique on it before, so the golden light was just an illusion. However, Zhao Hai had also written down the cultivation method of physical cultivation, and even the artistic conception of the mountain quaking fist. Then, a person who could use the mountain quaking fist to the extreme appeared. Only then did Zhao Hai understand how the book and pen worked.

Zhao Hai looked at the book with joy. This book was definitely a treasure. In the future, as long as he wrote down everything he knew in the book, he could use it against his enemies whenever he opened it. This was definitely a good thing for him.

Not only martial arts, but also formations and sword formations. Thinking of this, Zhao Hai's heart began to race. This book was simply too important to him.