I Just Won’t Play by the Book

"Have been out a few times." Humph! This girl is everywhere to eliminate violence and peace, and she has to go out every day. "

"Anliang?" Jiang Beiran raised his head and glanced at Mu Yao, "Miss Mu, please face up to your own identity as the first demon girl of the Demon Sect?"

"Who told you that the demon girl can't get rid of violence and Anliang? Then don't you decent disciples do things that bully the weak?"

"Well, it makes sense." Jiang Beiran nodded and took note.

This made Mu Yao stunned for a moment and shouted, "Shouldn't you refute me that of course decent children wouldn't do bullying?"

"It's a fact, why refute it, okay, next question, have you ever killed someone?"

Mu Yao, who was still surprised that Jiang Beiran was indeed a little different, immediately became excited when she heard this question.

"Of course I did! Humph, I've killed more chickens than you've ever seen... No, I've eaten them, no! It's more chickens than you've ever eaten!"

"Oh, killing people is like numbness, right? Generally, when killing people, do you prefer to chop off your hands or your feet first?"

"Ah?" Mu Yao was stunned again, "It doesn't matter! I can chop wherever I want!"

"Of course it has something to do with it. If you like to chop off your hands, it's because you are worried that the other party will be able to fight back. It means you lack a sense of security, and you like to chop your feet. You are worried that the other party will run away, which means you have a cautious personality."

Before Mu Yao could speak, Kong Qianqian, who was beside him, nodded repeatedly and said, "It turns out that there are so many things to do with murder. "Listen to his nonsense! "Mu Yao hurriedly shouted, "Why haven't I heard of such a statement. "

"It means that you don't read much. I suggest you study psychology."

"Psychology...study?" Mu Yao glanced at her eyes, "Is there this in class?"

Kong Qianqian shook her head while waiting for the confused big eyes.

"So do you prefer to chop hands or feet?" Jiang Beiran asked again.

"I..." Mu Yao thought about it for a long time, and replied, "I like beheading! I like to see people's neck spurting blood." Mu Yao said with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Oh, I like beheading." Jiang Beiran nodded.

Seeing what Jiang Beiran wrote with his pen, Mu Yao asked curiously, "What does it mean to like beheading?"

"I'll tell you later, next question."

In fact, Jiang Beiran doesn't care whether Mu Yao's answer is true or not. The purpose of his questions is to initially cultivate Mu Yao's awareness of obedience, and to let Mu Yao understand that he is the one who issues the order and she is the one who executes it.

After asking more than ten questions in one breath, Jiang Beiran finally nodded and said, "Okay, let's do it first." After Jiang Beiran finished speaking, he looked at Kong Qianqian again, "It's your turn."

"Ah? Do I have to answer the question too?" Kong Qianqian pointed to herself and asked.

"Of course, the first question, name."

Kong Qianqian, who had not regained her senses, didn't have time to ask Senior Sister for help, so she subconsciously replied, "My name is Kong Qianqian, Kong is... Kong is..." Kong Qianqian, who couldn't think of the words, found Jiang Beiran raised his head, suddenly A flash of light appeared. "A hole is a hole for a nostril!"

'puff……'

Jiang Beiran, who almost laughed out loud, forcibly collapsed with his facial muscles. He had to maintain a character that he saw calmly.

"Aiya! Qianqian!" Hearing Kong Qianqian's words to describe her name, Mu Yao quickly grabbed her and said, "You can say Kong Wu is a powerful Kong."

Kong Qianqian, who blushed, lowered her head and said, "One...I didn't think of it for a while."

"It's okay, let's continue." Jiang Beiran said expressionlessly.

Afraid that Kong Qianqian would make another mess, Mu Yao hurriedly kicked her and replied, "Qian is Yuyu Qianqian's Qian."

Glancing at Mu Yao, Jiang Beiran said, "Next time, you are not allowed to help. Whoever I ask will answer."

Although Mu Yao's expression was a little dissatisfied, she still didn't say anything, it was a default.

So Jiang Beiran then asked "age."

"Just turned twenty-eight."

'sixteen? ' Jiang Beiran was a little surprised when he heard this number, because Kong Qianqian was already well developed, at least compared to Mu Yao, who was like a child, she was only eighteen years old.

'It seems that the body part robs the brain of nutrients. ’

Then he also asked Kong Qianqian about ten questions. Jiang Beiran basically determined his position as the leader in this small enclosed space, and then he only needed to further deepen their awareness.

After Min Niu's carriage drove into a hilly area, Jiang Beiran took out a book and read it, while the two girls sat in the corner of the carriage and whispered.

"What's the matter with spring~Fragrant flying~Flower protecting silver bottle~Embroidered pillow~"

Just when Jiang Beiran was a little sleepy, he suddenly heard Kong Qianqian sing a song, while Mu Yao, who was on the side, closed his eyes and listened happily. Why does Yao insist so much on taking Kong Qianqian into the car?

'This is... a Walkman? ’

When Kong Qianqian finished singing, Jiang Beiran tapped his hand a few times and said, "Sound to stop Xingyun, walk around the beam for three days, this is Qin Yaoqiang that Miss Qianqian sings?"

After listening to this, Kong Qianqian turned her head in surprise and said, "Big brother Jiang also knows how to sing?"

"I know a thing or two. If you just sang auspicious days ~ good times when laughing, why shark pearls turn into tears ~ when throwing these two paragraphs, it would be better if the voices of the two little bends behind Ri He Lei could be more tactful."

Kong Qianqian listened to both of them immediately, stood up and looked at Jiang Beiran and asked, "Brother Jiang, can you sing it again?"

"Then I'll be ugly." Jiang Beiran coughed twice, and sang the middle part of Kong Qianqian's jade beads tears again.

This time, not only Kong Qianqian's eyes became brighter, but even Mu Yao, who was lying on the side of the seat, opened her eyes with a shocked expression.

After Jiang Beiran finished singing this short passage, Kong Qianqian spared no effort to clapp his hands.

Although there is a short piece of knowledge, Kong Qianqian is able to judge from Jiang Beiran's style, pronunciation, charm, and breath that if Jiang Beiran is on stage, he will definitely be a star.

"Brother Jiang, what faction do you sing, why don't I seem to have heard it before?"

"Beijing faction."

"Beijing faction?" Kong Qianqian thought about it for a long time, but still didn't come up with any features, but it didn't prevent her from feeling good.

Imitating Jiang Beiran's singing, Kong Qianqian sang it again, but it always felt wrong.

So she trotted all the way to Jiang Beiran and asked, "Brother Jiang, can you teach me how to make this sound?"

"cough!"

At this time, Mu Yao coughed heavily, and scared Kong Qianqian walked back quickly.

Hammering Mu Yao's leg, Kong Qianqian asked cautiously, "Senior sister, don't you think Big Brother Jiang sings well?"

"Just like that, it's not as good as you sing."

After listening to Kong Qianqian, she quickly waved her hand and said, "I don't dare to compare with Big Brother Jiang. Even if Boss Huang from Liuzhen comes, I'm afraid he will call Big Brother Jiang Mr., and... ouch! Senior sister, why are you pinching me?"

"Sing your song and ignore him."

"Yes~" Kong Qianqian pouted and agreed aggrievedly.

Seeing this, Jiang Beiran didn't speak any more, and continued to pick up the strategy and read it.