Ming Yu

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.

Living In Another World With A Farm

  After midnight, Zhao Hai looked around and said, " "Daoist priest, it's about time."


  "It's almost time. Let's get ready to move," Qing Lan nodded. &Quot; yes, " Zhao Hai replied. He then gave che Xiaoguang a few instructions and made his preparations.


  At this time, the 10 disc-shaped magic tools slowly flew over. This time, they were even closer to the ground, only more than one meter, less than two meters. It should be known that flying at this height would consume more energy for the large magic tools. However, Qing Lan could not care so much. He attached great importance to this attack, which was why he used the large magic tool.


  At first, the speed of these large-scale magic tools was not very fast. However, they had covered half of the distance of ten miles in a short time. At this time, the speed of these large-scale magic tools was getting faster and faster. In the end, they were already letting out waves of sharp wind-breaking sounds.


Assault (2)