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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

Chapter 475-great harvest (3)

The crowd wasn't surprised by Zhao Hai's words. They knew that Zhao Hai didn't want to be bullied by Terry anymore. To be honest, they were already very impressed by Zhao Hai's patience.

Although Terry was unwilling, he couldn't force Zhao Hai to stay since he was speaking so openly. He could only raise his glass to Zhao Hai in agreement.

Zhao Hai smiled and bowed to the audience. He continued, " &Quot; Mr. Terry said that I'm not allowed to sing, so I won't sing anymore. It just so happens that when I was out at sea a while ago, I wrote a short poem with only two sentences. I'd like to invite everyone to give their comments. &Quot;

Everyone was stunned when they heard Zhao Hai's words. Then, there was an uproar. A poem with only two lines? Could that even be considered a poem? Everyone in the audience understood that Zhao Hai was going to make a fool of himself tonight.