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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 · Oriental
Classificações insuficientes
7190 Chs

A fate worse than death (2)

However, no matter if it was the vampires or the women, they all ignored him as if he didn't exist. No one attacked him, no one approached him, as if he was just a mass of air.

Lin Zhengfei understood that this was Zhao Hai's punishment for him. Zhao Hai wanted him to watch as the flying-Eagle gang was annihilated because he had resisted Zhao Hai.

At the thought of this, Lin Zhengfei's eyes widened. He looked at Zhao Hai and roared, " "Zhao Hai, die!" After he finished speaking, he moved and pounced towards Zhao Hai like an eagle.

Just as he attacked Zhao Hai, no one stopped him. Everyone just looked at him, but no one made a move. Lin Zhengfei's attack contained all of his spiritual energy, as well as a strong sense of despair. Originally, when he had infused his emotions into the cultivation technique, what he had infused into it was not a feeling of despair, but a feeling of pride. He was like a proud Eagle that would not bow down to anything.