Pig Farmer in Fairyland
About This Novel
Immortal bones are useless. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you can't fill your stomach. Is it your fate to be poor when you are born in the Northern Wilderness? When your children ask you what fish fillets taste like, do you still use the skin of your feet to lie to them? Mu Yang patted his thigh and remembered a supreme mantra. If you want to get rich, plant trees first, raise more pigs, and pave the way. As long as I, Mu Yang, am still alive, the Great Northern Wilderness will last for three thousand years! Three thousand years of Beidacang! "Are there no pigs in the fairy world?" "No." "Then what do we eat?" "We fairies all drink dew..." "That's so pitiful!" Next stop, our goal is! The sea of stars!
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Official(3)Scraped 27d ago
Talent, a mouthful of old phlegm that I don't know where to spit.
The world of immortality is so poor that we can't even afford food.
Please be patient and be a human being.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. My urine stains your domestic water.
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Community(0)
Official(3)Scraped 27d ago
Talent, a mouthful of old phlegm that I don't know where to spit.
The world of immortality is so poor that we can't even afford food.
Please be patient and be a human being.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. My urine stains your domestic water.
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