After retirement, I just want to grow vegetables in my small yard.
But there seems to be something wrong with my yard.
The rusty hoe → flicked casually, is the cold light that cuts through the space.
Fat orange cat → The bloodline of ancient Warcraft, one look can make the enemy's liver and gallbladder split.
My nap → The laws of a hundred miles radius are distorted, everything is silent, and the souls of those who trespass are annihilated.
The entire courtyard has unknowingly become an "absolute restricted area" that even the gods fear!
Some idiot drives an excavator and wants to disturb my land.
As a result, the drill bit went down and a "luminous cultural relic" was dug out that could trigger the revival of spiritual energy?
In the forest next door, a giant plant ten meters high has just appeared.
I looked at the half-dead tomatoes in the yard and fell into deep thought.
(Inner OS: What else is buried under this ruined ground?)
Forget it, whoever dares to touch my tomatoes, I will let him know what the devil's back garden is!
