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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

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Zhao Hai didn't use much strength and only slapped the man off the stage. He wasn't injured. The man stood up and glared at Zhao Hai with fire in his eyes. If looks could kill, Zhao Hai would have died a hundred thousand times.

Zhao Hai looked at him and smiled, " "Thanks for letting me win." The man snorted coldly and turned to leave. However, from a distance, his voice could be heard, " &Quot; Zhao Hai, remember this. My name is Chang Le. I'll pay you back for today's humiliation one day. &Quot;

"Anytime," Zhao Hai replied with a smile. With that, Zhao Hai turned to look at the other stage and saw a cultivator standing there with a sword in his hand. Zhao Hai's sword was pointed at the myriad beasts sect cultivator's throat. It seemed that he had won this round.

Zhao Hai cupped his fists at the cultivator and nodded with a smile. The cultivator looked at the Guan Dao in Zhao Hai's hand with a playful smile.