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Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened. "Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food." "Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?" "The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go." "They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

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Chapter 617: Who is Turus? I'm not though

Everyone could hear Drosa take a deep breath, and the Durkens exchanged glances, whispering, "It's a creature with the instinct to breathe."

Breathing is a very instinctual action. Anthony, having transmigrated from a human to an Undead and then back to a human again, underwent dozens of transmigrations and always retained this instinct. It wasn't intentional, but he would invariably do it when he lost control of his emotions.

Negris was no exception, and the same was true for the majority of the Undead beings who had transmigrated from humans.

But Ange didn't, being a native Undead being without the instinct to breathe. No matter how shocked he was, the most he could do was tilt his head, as did the Little Zombie.

However, the Little Angel was different. Although she didn't need to breathe, she would inhale when angry, puffing herself up adorably, which made it obvious to everyone that she was upset.