Fantasy: After ten thousand years of reading, I became an emperor

After Jiang Beixuan lay quietly for an hour, two faint footsteps sounded outside the door. Jiang Beixuan couldn't help but sigh at the caution of Shuanzi and the old man.

After he pretended for an hour, he slowly walked upstairs. During this period, Jiang Beixuan wanted to rush down and kill Shuanzi and the old man countless times, but he felt that it was too boring..

The night was long, and since he had nothing to do now, he might as well play with the old man, so he just pretended to be quiet for an hour.

The door to Jiang Beixuan's room was pushed open, and then Shuanzi poked his head in. After carefully confirming that Jiang Beixuan was asleep, he patted the old man behind him, and the two of them slowly came to Jiang Beixuan's bed.

Looking at Jiang Beixuan who was pretending to be asleep, Shuanzi didn't hesitate at all. He directly raised the sword in his hand and slashed towards Jiang Beixuan's head.

If it were an ordinary monk who was drugged, it would be impossible to block Shuanzi's sword. And looking at Shuanzi's skillful movements, it was unknown how many people died at his hands.

Ding!!!

The sword in Shuanzi's hand quickly struck Jiang Beixuan's head, but the scene of blood flying everywhere as expected did not appear.

The moment the sword collided with Jiang Beixuan's head, there was a sound of metal collision. This weird sound seemed even weirder in the silent night.

Shuanzi and the old man were indeed experienced veterans who had been around the world. They immediately realized that something was wrong, so they quickly ran outside.

Especially Shuanzi, because the sword in his hand was in the way, he threw the sword away and ran outside. But Jiang Beixuan, how can I easily let them get their wish?

"I want to run after cutting it? I'm afraid it's not that easy, right?"

Jiang Beixuan slowly sat up from the bed, waved his hand gently, and the door of the room was instantly closed. No matter how hard Shuanzi and the old man tried, they could not open the door. In desperation, Shuanzi punched directly He wanted to break the window and jump out of the window to escape, but before Shuanzi's fist touched the window, it was blocked by an invisible wall.

All this was seen by Jiang Beixuan behind them, and he sneered. After a few sounds, he lowered his head and picked up the sword that Shuanzi had dropped, and used his spiritual energy to drag it to Shuanzi.

"Since you can't smash it with your fist, why not try it with a sword? I think your sword is pretty good. You must have spent a lot of money to get it, right? How do you say just throw it away? Shuanzi looked at the sword floating in front of him, but did not reach out to pick it up. Only then did he understand that Jiang Beixuan was an existence that he could not afford to offend. So

Shuanzi turned around decisively, and with a pop, He knelt down on the ground, kowtowed hard, and begged while kowtowing.

"Uncle, this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have provoked you. I was blind. This is the first time I have done this kind of thing. I hope you can see that I have a role to play. Go ahead, forgive me this time."

The old man next to Shuanzi saw Shuanzi kneeling down, and reacted belatedly. He also imitated Shuanzi's example, knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Jiang Beixuan looked at Shuanzi in front of him coldly. And the old man, there was no trace of pity in his eyes.