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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 · ตะวันออก
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Ghost Dao cultivator (1)

When Xiong Li and the others heard what the young man said, they knew that today's matter would not end peacefully. Zhao Hai also looked at the young man and said with a smile: "What's wrong? You're planning to snatch it if you can't buy it? Are you sure you can take her away?"

The cultivator suddenly laughed and said, " "You can't snatch it? Are you kidding me? Would I not be able to snatch it? You country bumpkins don't really think that the people of the array world can compare to us cultivators, do you? Obediently put down that plant and I will leave your corpses intact."

'Good Lord, he put down the things and still wants to kill me. He just left me an intact corpse. It seems like he's taking care of me. How arrogant.'

Zhao Hai looked at the cultivator and smiled, " "Sir, tell me your identity. Maybe I'll let you go for the sake of the force behind you. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."