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Quick Transmigration: I Just Want to Farm

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The future is grim, with a fantastic and unpredictable high-quality super system produced by immortals and Buddhas. The missions are crazier than ever, with man-eating ogres, murderers, face-cutting madmen, schemes of great families, tomb raiding, apocalyptic crises, and so on. Qin Yu: That's because I have the divine skill of being a drama queen. Jiaojiao: The issue is that your cultivation path shouldn't be farming. Qin Yu: It's just a phase, and what's wrong with farming, anyway? Jiaojiao: Have you ever heard of anyone who became an immortal through farming? Qin Yu: No? Jiaojiao: Yes, the Earth God and Earth Goddess. Qin Yu: ... Actually, there's another name that sounds pretty cool - the Immortal Mercenary, known as the cannon fodder of the great battle between good and evil immortals, demons, east and west forces on the Battlefield. Official group: Enter with one thousand fans (5906,534,83), and enter the VIP group with ten thousand fans. PS: This story can be used to tease both girls and gods, with mostly ambiguity and no CP (couple pairing). It's copy protected, so we hope readers are psychologically prepared for this beforehand. Please don't demand CP or protest the copy protection. Thank you for your support.
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