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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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Zhao Hai immediately understood what the old man meant. He nodded and said, " "Teacher's home. Although I'm a botanist, I still hope to help the village. So, can you take me to see the place that was attacked by that thing? I want to see if I can be of any help."

When the old man heard what Zhao Hai said, he was stunned. Then, he looked at Zhao Hai suspiciously and asked, " "You can really help, right? My son is a scholar, and even a scholar can't do anything about that thing. What can you do?"

The old man's words were actually a little rude, but it could not be helped. If there was a botanist who was willing to help in the soldier soul continent, the villagers would be very happy, but it was different here. In the literature continent, everything was respected by the scholars. In the eyes of these ordinary people, if a scholar could not do something, no one else could do it, so the old man said that.