I Just Won’t Play by the Book

"I have been out a few times far away."

"Huh! This girl is going everywhere to get rid of violence, and she has to go out every day."

"Zhuo Anliang?" Jiang Beiran raised his head and glanced at Mu Yao: "Miss Mu, would you please face your own identity as the first demon girl of the Demon Cult?"

"Who told you that the demon girl can't eliminate violence and Anliang? Then don't your decent disciples do bullying?"

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

This made Mu Yao couldn't help but yelled: "Should you not refute me that decent children certainly don't do bullying?"

"This is a fact, why do you have to refute? Okay, the next question, have you killed anyone?"

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

"Of course I have killed! Hmph, I have killed more chickens than you have ever seen... No, people who have eaten, no! It is more chickens than you have eaten!"

"Oh, killing is like hemp, right? Generally, killing people like to chop their hands or feet first?"

"Huh?" Mu Yao was taken aback again, "It's okay! I can cut wherever I want!"

"Of course it does matter. If you like to chop your hands, you are worried that the other party can fight back. It shows that you are insecure. If you like to chop your feet, you are worried that the other party will run away. It shows that your personality is cautious."

Before Mu Yao could speak, Kong Qianqian on the side nodded and said, "So there is so much attention to murder."

"Listen to him talking nonsense!" Mu Yao hurriedly shouted, "Why haven't I heard of this."

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

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

Kong Qianqian waited for the confused big eyes and shook his head.

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

"I..." Mu Yao thought for a long time, and replied: "I like to behead my head! I like seeing people's necks spurting blood." Mu Yao said with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Oh, I like to behead." Jiang Beiran nodded.

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

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

In fact, Jiang Beiran didn't care if Mu Yao's answer was true or false. The purpose of his asking these questions was to initially cultivate Mu Yao's sense of obedience, so that Mu Yao could understand that he was the orderer and she was the executor.

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

"Ah? Should I answer the question too?" Kong Qianqian asked, pointing to himself.

"Of course, the first question, name."

Kong Qianqian, who hadn't recovered yet, had no time to ask her senior sister for help, so he subconsciously replied: "My name is Kong Qianqian, Kong is... Kong is..." Kong Qianqian, who couldn't think of a vocabulary, found Jiang Beiran raised his head. Suddenly, inspiration came.

"The hole is the hole of the nostril!"

'puff……'

Jiang Beiran, who almost laughed out loud, forcibly collapsed with his facial muscles. He had to maintain his personal setting that everything he saw was calm.

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

The flushed Kong Qianqian lowered his head and said, "One... I didn't think of it."

"It's okay, go ahead." The opposite Jiang Beiran said blankly.

Fearing that Kong Qianqian would make another moth, Mu Yao rushed to kick her and replied, "Qian is the sweetness of Yu Yuqian."

Taking a look at Mu Yao, Jiang Beiran said, "You are not allowed to answer the question next time. Whoever I ask will answer."

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

So Jiang Beiran then asked: "Age."

"Just over twenty-eight."

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

‘It seems that the body part has taken away the nutrients from the brain. ’

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

After Min Niu cart drove into a hilly area, Jiang Beiran took out a policy theory and looked through it, and the two girls sat in the corner of the carriage and whispered.

"What's going on in 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, and Mu Yao on the side closed his eyes and enjoyed listening. It was obvious that the two of them did this frequently, and Jiang Beiran understood Mu. Why did Yao insist on taking Kong Qianqian into the car?

‘This is... a walkman? ’

After Kong Qianqian sang a song, Jiang Beiran tapped his hands a few times and said, "Sounding and going around the beam for three days, this girl Qianqian sings Qin Yaoqiang, right?"

After hearing this, Kong Qianqian turned his head in surprise and said: "Brother Jiang also knows how to sing?"

"I know a thing or two. If you just sang auspicious day~good time for laughter, why the pearl turns into tears~throwing these two paragraphs, it would be better if the two small bends behind the day and tears could be more tactile."

Kong Qianqian suddenly listened to the two lights~www.ltnovel.com~ stood up and looked at Jiang Beiran and asked, "Brother Jiang, can you sing it again?"

"Then I will show my ugliness." Jiang Beiran said, coughing slightly, and sang the middle part of Kong Qianqian's jade bead tears just now.

At this time, not only Kong Qianqian's eyes became brighter, but Mu Yao, who was lying on the side of the seat, opened her eyes and looked surprised.

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

Although a small piece of knowledge, Kong Qianqian can judge from Jiang Beiran's accent, words, charm, and breath that if Jiang Beiran is on stage, he is definitely a corner.

"Brother Jiang, what faction does your singing belong to? How come I haven't heard of it?"

"Beijing School."

"Beijing faction?" Kong Qianqian thought for a long time, but still didn't think of anything, but this did not prevent her from feeling good.

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

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

"cough!"

At this moment, Mu Yao coughed heavily and frightened Kong Qianqian backtracking and walking back quickly.

Hammering Mu Yao's leg, Kong Qianqian asked carefully: "Don't you think Brother Jiang sings well?"

"That's it, not as good as you sing."

After hearing this, Kong Qianqian waved his hand quickly and said, "I don't dare to compare with Big Brother Jiang. Even if boss Huang from Liuzhen comes, I'm afraid I will call Big Brother Jiang, and...Oh! Sister, why are you pinching me?"

"Sing your song and ignore him."

"Yes" Kong Qianqian pouted aggrievedly and agreed.

Jiang Beiran didn't speak any more when he saw this, and continued to hold up the policy theory and read it.