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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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7190 Chs

The terrifying five-colored wall of light (3)

Zhao Hai nodded and sped up the blood shuttle, trying to pass through the light wall as quickly as possible. However, the blood shuttle was being dragged by the twisting force.

However, Zhao Hai did not stop. He continued to advance bit by bit. Zhao Hai had never felt time pass so slowly before. It was as if he was moving forward inch by inch.

One hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed ... After ten hours, Zhao Hai's forehead was covered in sweat. He didn't expect to spend so much time in the wall of light. He felt that his spiritual power couldn't keep up. Zhao Hai knew that if his spiritual power was exhausted, the blood-red staff might stop moving. At that time, even if the blood-red staff wasn't crushed by the wall of light, without the support of his spiritual power, the blood-red staff would stop moving. They would also be swept to other places by the wall of light, and no one knew what would happen in the end.