Chapter 542: Please, Don't Go to War

。 One of the white-shirted men said curiously, and kicked a stone in front of him towards the forbidden ground. It's actually a pastime when they're bored.

Leng Qinlan watched as the stone not only did not bounce back towards the two people, but instead smoked, turned fiery red, and finally fell in front of her and turned into ashes.

This is not an ordinary barrier, things from the outside can come in!

And those outside can also see how things that fall into the forbidden land are ruined.

Therefore, they did not dare to set foot forward.

"This is the death zone of our gates of hell." Another man in white said, "Let's go, be careful of your stumbling." ”

The two of them walked away together.

Death Zone?

That's the people of two worlds? Is she alive or dead?

Leng Qinlan stared at the white-shirted man who gradually disappeared into the fire.

If the people outside can't get in, what about the people inside? What happens if you step out of this forbidden land?

According to the lady, pothos used to grow here, and it was a world away from the fact that it didn't grow a single hair in the darkness now.

Forget it, no matter, continue to break it.

Leng Qinlan continued to exert herself at the gates of hell.

Luo Chenfeng waited for this Leng Qinlan in front of him to approach him.

But she stood still, motionless.

Luo Chenfeng sighed in his heart, got up, and took the initiative to walk towards her.

"Wait, you listen to me first." The impostor Leng Qinlan raised a hand to block Luo Chenfeng, who was not close to her.

Luo Chenfeng really stopped obediently.

He didn't blame her.

He knew that any reaction she had now would be innocent.

He will try to find a way to get her back from before.

"Don't go to war, okay, I beg you." Leng Qinlan's voice and expression were all low, as if she was pleading, "If there is a war, innocent people will die, and there will be human suffering, it is a great disaster, but it is not a natural disaster that cannot be controlled, but **." I beg you, don't go to war, don't fight, keep this beautiful place, okay? ”

"You're begging me?" Luo Chenfeng was a little surprised.

She had come to him to beg him, and begged him to give up the battle in such a low voice.

Leng Qinlan nodded, "The battle with the Gate of Hell is different from the conquest of Xiliao, its destruction is even greater, just like three hundred years ago, stop it, don't fight, don't destroy the beauty here, don't let the people here have no home." ”

"You're begging me?" Luo Chenfeng said it again.

She was helpless and sad in front of her, which made him look sad.

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