"Brother Xiaofan, you are too impulsive."

Duanmu Wan'er sighed helplessly.

In fact, she felt that Ye Fan could have agreed to Jian Boyou first.

Jian Boyou has long since died, and the remaining remnant soul may not exist for long.

Moreover, the power of this remnant soul can only be manifested in this immortal palace.

In the future, when Ye Fan takes control of the Immortal Palace, and even controls the inheritance of the Sword Immortal, and leaves this worldly Immortal Palace, whatever Ye Fan wants to do, it will not all follow his wishes.

Jian Boyou, who was trapped in the Immortal Palace, couldn't do anything to him.

But unfortunately, Mark was not even willing to agree verbally.

"Little girl, who are you?"

After Ye Fan left, Jian Boyou noticed that there was a girl beside him.

He looked at it and was shocked.

This little girl is definitely not a mortal body.

"Grandpa Sword Immortal, my name is Duanmu Wan'er."

"I have a heartfelt request, do you agree?" Duanmu Wan'er asked politely.

"Oh? What request?" Hongchen Sword Immortal raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.

"That's right, your fairy palace has many pavilions and buildings, and the rooms are probably all empty and useless."

"I wonder if you can lend it to us temporarily."

"I promise not to destroy any plant or tree in the Immortal Palace."

"We will definitely not step into the room you are not allowed to enter."

Duanmu Wan'er requested.

Jian Boyou chuckled: "You little girl, you are quite good at calculating."

"My fairy palace is a fairy treasure, full of spiritual energy. Living here for a long time will have the effect of prolonging life."

"You are neither my descendants nor my nephews, so why should I kindly lend it to you?"

Jian Boyu asked directly.

But Duanmu Wan'er seemed to have predicted it, and then took out a leaf. JrNovels.com