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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

Outside trial (1)

Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, a year had passed. Little crane grass was already eight years old. His skin was slightly dark due to years of labor and cultivation, but he was still very strong and looked very energetic. Most importantly, one could see a trace of sharpness in his eyes.

Little crane grass was still wearing coarse clothes, which had been washed until they were white. He was barefooted and had a hoe in his arm. He looked like an ordinary village child.

However, there was a trace of wisdom in his eyes, and he looked like a hermit who had retired to the countryside. If one didn't look at his height and appearance, but only his eyes, no one would think that he was an eight-year-old child.

Little crane grass was currently walking forward with a calm expression on his face. It didn't take long for him to reach the outside of the wooden house. He placed the hoe in the tool room, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then returned to his room.

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