One day, a message filled the main pages of all interstellar social channels:
[The S-class sentinel Liming Shen of the Puman Federation who blocked the gods and killed the Buddhas has finally retired! ! ]
The Puman Federation people who wanted to find him to come out again, and the enemy Federation people who wanted to assassinate him, coincidentally searched for his whereabouts, but in the end they met each other in disbelief on the 13th independent planet.
Independent Planet No. 13 Is one of the few independent planets that maintains a primitive lifestyle and is protected by interstellar pirates.
Everyone was wondering what Liming Shen was doing here, and the spies on the front line of the search had already sent news.
Spy: Liming Shen is farming!
Everyone:?
Spy: ... It seems to be quite delicious——(Contact has been lost)
Everyone:? ?
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Li Mingshen raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his temples and watched another small starship fall inexplicably on the horizon.
The rice seedlings he planted have grown to waist height and are swaying in the air currents caused by the falling starship. The basket beside his waist contains fruits that have just ripened not long ago - they are a bit sour and need to be improved.
"When will I be able to farm with peace of mind..." Li Ming sighed deeply, and with a familiarity, he sent out his spiritual body flying dragon to check the situation.
A hand silently pressed on his shoulder, and the flying dragon that had already flown half a mile suddenly turned back and nudged the man to beg for a touch.
"This time it's the little bugs from the Bee and Ant Alliance. We have to be careful about our rice and fruit trees."
Li Ming shook off her ex-boyfriend's hand with a look of confusion on her face and emphasized: "This is my field."
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One day, a message once again flooded the main pages of various platforms in a familiar way:
[Shocked! The rice cultivated by Liming Shen has been certified to have the unique effect of strengthening spiritual power. Once sold, it is sold out! ! ]
Everyone... No one made any movement online.
In the vegetable market of Independent Planet No. 13, Residents of various races and federations dressed in different styles crowded in front of a small stall and argued almost feverishly:
"I came first! I have a share of the bag of rice! Sell it to me first!"
"Bah! I still have two bags of rice and three bags of Baiyinguo! Where did the scalpers come from? Get out of here!"
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In a corner of the planet far away from the hustle and bustle, Dawn was comfortably slumped on a lounge chair under a tree to enjoy the cool air.
A handful of crystal clear pearl fruit was put into the mouth of the person next to him, and the sea of spirit was instantly refreshed.
Liming Shen: Ah, I really like farming the most.
[The sentry, a former Federation general who is decisive in killing but just wants to live a normal life, is attacked by the leader of the interstellar pirates who has various forces but just wants to wait for someone to go to the appointment]
*Contains elements of reunion
*There is very little content in fighting and killing, and it is only used as a daily supplement.
Intention: Take the path to realize your dreams and face your true self
