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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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The continuation of the race (1)

That night, little crane grass returned to the wooden house very late. Hu Yuan had been waiting for him in the living room. When he saw that little crane grass had returned so late and looked very depressed, he couldn't help but ask curiously, " "He Cao, why did you return so late today?"

Little crane grass looked at Hu Yuan and said in a low voice, " "Master, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

Hu Yuan looked at little crane grass's expression and asked in confusion, " "What's wrong, hecao?"

He Cao looked at Hu Yuan and said with a sobbing tone, " "Master, my friend Xiao Hua is going to die soon."

Hu Yuan was taken aback. He then asked in confusion,"Who's going to die?"

He Cao cried, " little flower, he is a flower. He is dying. He said that for the continuation of the race, he will die and then bear seeds. This way, more little flowers will grow. But master, I don't want him to die. &Quot;