I Just Won’t Play by the Book

“I have gone out a few times far away.”

“hmph! This Miss is going to get rid of the storm everywhere, and everyday all have to go out far.”

” Jiang Beiran lifts the head and glanced at Mu Yao: “Mu Young Lady, would you please face your own Demon Sect as the first demonic girl?”

“Who told you Demon Sect Demonic girl can’t get rid of violence and security? Then you decent dísciple don’t do bullying?”

“Well, it makes sense.” Jiang Beiran nodded, took this note down.

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 that Jiang Beiran was indeed a little different, immediately got excited when he heard this question.

“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 than you have eaten!”

“Oh, killing people like scything flax, right? Generally, killers like to chop their hands or feet first?”

“Huh?” Mu Yao was taken aback again, “This is okay Come on! I want to cut wherever I want!”

“Of course it does matter. I like to cut hands. I am worried that the opponent can fight back. It shows that you are insecure and like to cut your feet. Running away, it shows that you are cautious.”

Did not wait for Mu Yao to speak, Kong Qianqian on the side even nodded and said: “It turns out that there is so much attention to murder.”

“Listen to his nonsense!” Mu Yao hurriedly shouted, “Why haven’t I heard such a statement.”

“It means you read less books, I suggest you study psychology.”

“Psychology…study?” Mu Yao glanced at Kong Qianqian, “Is there this in class?”

Kong Qianqian waited for the confused big eyes to shake her head.

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

“I…” Mu Yao thought for a long time, replied: “I like to behead my head! I like to see people’s neck spurting blood.” Mu Yao said with a bloodthirsty smile. .

“Oh, I like beheading.” Jiang Beiran nodded.

Look at what Jiang Beiran wrote with a pen, Mu Yao said curiously: “What does it mean to like to beheaded?”

“I will tell you later, the next question. “

In fact, Jiang Beiran doesn’t matter if Mu Yao’s answer is true or false. The purpose of his asking these questions is to initially cultivate Mu Yao’s sense of obedience, to make Mu Yao understand that he is the orderer and she is the executor. .

After asking more than a dozen questions in one breath, Jiang Beiran finally nodded and said: “Okay, let’s do this first.” Jiang Beiran finished speaking and looked towards Kong Qianqian: “It’s your turn.”

“Huh? Do I have to answer questions too?” Kong Qianqian asked, pointing to himself.

“Of course, the first question, name.”

Kong Qianqian, who has not yet came back to his senses, has not had time to ask Senior Sister for help, so he subconsciously replied: “I It’s called Kong Qianqian, Kong is… Kong is…” Kong Qianqian, who could not think of a vocabulary, found Jiang Beiran lifts the head, and suddenly came to light.

“The holes are the holes of the nostrils!”

‘pu…’

Jiang Beiran, who almost laughed out loud, forced his facial muscles to collapse In order to live, he must maintain his personal setting that everything he sees is calm.

“Aiya! 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.” Jiang Beiran said blankly.

Fearing that Kong Qianqian might make another moth, Mu Yao rushed to kick her and replied: “Qian is Yuyu Qianqian’s beauty.”

Give a glance at Mu Yao, Jiang Beiran He said: “Next time you are not allowed to answer, whoever I will ask, who will answer.” Although Mu Yao’s expression was a little dissatisfied, she still didn’t say anything, it was a tacit understanding.

So Jiang Beiran then asked: “Age.”

“Just reached 28.”

‘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 looked like the eighteen-year-old.

‘It seems that the body part has robbed the brain of nutrition. ‘

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

After Min’s cart drove into a hilly area, Jiang Beiran took out a policy theory and looked through it. 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, aside Mu Yao closed her eyes and enjoyed listening. It was obvious that the two of them did this frequently, and it made Jiang Beiran understand why Mu Yao insisted on taking Kong Qianqian into the car.

‘This is… a walkman? ‘

After Kong Qianqian sang a song, Jiang Beiran patted his hands a few times and said: “The sound is restrained and the clouds are moving around the beam for three days. This is what the girl Qianqian sings is Qin Yaoqiang, right?”

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Kong Qianqian turned his head in surprise after hearing: “Brother Jiang also knows how to sing?”

“I know a thing or two, if you just sang auspicious days~liangchen when you laugh, why? Pearlizing tears~ When throwing these two paragraphs, it would be better if the two small bends behind Sun and Tears had a more subtle voice.”

Kong Qianqian suddenly listened to both of them, and stood up. I came to look at Jiang Beiran and asked: “Brother Jiang, can you sing it again?”

“Then I will show my ugliness.” Jiang Beiran coughed slightly and cut Kong Qianqian. The middle part of the jade bead tears just sang again.

This time, not only Kong Qianqian’s eyes became brighter, but Mu Yao, who was lying on his side in the seat, also looked surprised with his eyes opened.

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

Although it is a little bit of knowledge, Kong Qianqian can judge from Jiang Beiran’s accent, words, flavor, and breath that if Jiang Beiran is on stage, he is definitely a corner.

“Big brother Jiang, what faction does your singing belong to? Why do I have never heard of it?”

“Beijing school.”

“Beijing school?” Kong Qianqian thought for a long time, but still didn’t think of anything, but this didn’t prevent her from feeling good.

Imitating Jiang Beiran’s singing, Kong Qianqian sang it again by himself, 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 Kong Qianqian was scared and walked back quickly.

Hammer the leg for Mu Yao, Kong Qianqian cautiously asked: “Don’t Senior Sister think Brother Jiang’s singing is very good?”

“That’s it, not yet You sing beautifully.”

After listening to this, Kong Qianqian waved his hand quickly: “I don’t dare to compare with Jiang’s big brother, even if the Huang Boss of Liu Zhen is here, I’m afraid I will call Jiang’s big brother. Sir, and… Ouch! Senior Sister, why are you pinching me?”

“Sing your song, don’t let him talk.”

“Yes~” Kong Qianqian pouted. The wronged answer complied.

Jiang Beiran didn’t say anything after seeing this, and continued to hold up the policy theory and watched it.