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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

The snake in the pipe (1)

Yuan Rong was somewhat satisfied. Although he had yet to defeat Zhao Hai, he felt that he had the initiative and could kill Zhao Hai at any time.

Yuan Rong watched the Army advance with a smile and thought about the map from time to time. He knew that he was very far from his camp, but it didn't matter. The entire area was his camp.

Just as Yuan Rong's Army continued to advance, the demonic beast ritual implement in front of them suddenly stopped. Yuan Rong couldn't help but be stunned. He immediately said in a deep voice, " "What's the matter? Why did you stop?"

An Outworld Fiend Race member next to him shook his head and said in a deep voice, " "I'll go ask immediately." Yuan Rong nodded. At that moment, an outer realm demon flew over and asked Yuan Rong in confusion, " &Quot; commander, report from the front. There's no road ahead. &Quot;