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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
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7218 Chs

Forbidden area for cultivators (1)

All cultivators attached great importance to inheritance. If a cultivator couldn't go too far, then he would definitely find a way to pass down his own orthodoxy. No matter whether his orthodoxy was high or low, they would find a way to pass it down.

It was for this reason that Zhao Hai wasn't too surprised when he heard the old man say that. He only glanced at the old man and said in a deep voice, " "Other than this, do you have any other requests, Sir?"

The old man shook his head and sighed, " &Quot; No. Just like what you said, those outsiders have long occupied the void world. It is impossible for you to deal with them now. And to be honest with you, the fortress ruins is the blood, sweat, and tears of our desolate race. If we were to give it up, it would be a pity. As long as you can pass down the legacy of our desolate race, the fortress ruins will naturally have an owner. Our desolate race's blood, sweat, and tears will not be in vain. &Quot;

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