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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
7218 Chs

The ancient sect (2)

Zhao Hai could not help but smile when he saw this. He muttered, " "Interesting, really interesting. I didn't expect to meet such a person here. This is too interesting."

Zhou Feng was sitting beside Zhao Hai. When he heard Zhao Hai's words, he could not help but look at Zhao Hai in confusion."Brother, what did you just say? What's interesting? Are you talking about the person from the ghost sword sect? His swordsmanship is indeed not bad." The reason why Zhou Feng said that was because the man from the ghost sword sect had already started fighting with the man from the martial God Hall. The blood demon Sword seemed to come alive in the hands of the man from the ghost sword sect. A mass of black sword shadows mixed with blood red surrounded the cultivator from the martial God Hall. It was as if the cultivator would die at any time.