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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 · Fantasi Timur
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7226 Chs

Prison (1)

Elders yin and yang followed Zhao Hai to the entrance of a cave dwelling. There were two cultivators standing in front of the door. Both of them were actually experts of the bichen realm. The two of them stood there expressionlessly. When they saw the three of them coming over, the two cultivators looked at them and said in a deep voice,"Password!"

"The Yin Yang token has been issued. Return the order!" Elder Yin said.

"Peerless domineering blade!" The cultivator said in a deep voice. Please, elders." The two elders nodded and walked inside.

Zhao Hai was stunned as soon as he entered the cave. There was a long and gloomy passage. On both sides of the passage, there was a cultivator standing every two meters. All of these cultivators were in the dust-free realm. This was beyond Zhao Hai's expectations.