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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 · Huyền huyễn
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The flustered and exasperated third Prince (1)

The third Prince looked ahead in a daze. His hand was still raised as if he was holding a wine glass. The wine glass had fallen from his hand and shattered on the table, but he did not notice at all that his hand was still raised.

In the third Prince's opinion, the akraya defense line was just a piece of paper. As long as they clashed, they could break through it immediately. However, it was obvious that they had greatly underestimated the ark continent's strength.

When those red and blue lights shot towards them, many of the gods race people didn't even have a protective shield and were directly killed by the red and blue lights.

This wasn't the end of it. A large number of javelins were fired from the defense line. Of course, these javelins weren't thrown by humans, but by the crypt fiends.