I Just Won’t Play by the Book Chapter 142: It turned out to be a walkman

"I have travelled a few times far away."

"Huh! This girl is going to fight the violence everywhere, 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 you 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 it? Okay, the next question, have you killed anyone?"

Mu Yao, who was still wondering that Jiang Beiran was indeed a little different, immediately became 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's more chickens than you have ever 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, which shows that your personality is cautious.

Without waiting for Mu Yao to speak, Kong Qianqian on the side even nodded and said: "So there are so many things to pay attention to killing."

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

"It means you read less books, 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 very bloodthirsty smile.

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

Looking at what Jiang Beiran wrote with a pen, Mu Yao curiously asked: "What does it mean to like to beheaded?"

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

Actually, it doesn't matter if Jiang Beiran Mu Yao's answers are true or false. The purpose of his asking these questions is to initially cultivate Mu Yao's sense of obedience, so that Mu Yao understands that he is the orderer and she is 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? Do I have to answer questions too?" Kong Qianqian asked, pointing to himself.

"Of course, the first question, name."

Kong Qianqian, who hasn't recovered yet, didn't have 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 that Jiang Beiran raised it. At the beginning, a bright light suddenly appeared.

"The holes are the holes of the nostrils!"

‘Puff...’

Jiang Beiran, who almost laughed out loud, forced his facial muscles to collapse. 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 remember it for a while."

"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 Yu Yuqian's Qian."

Looking at Mu Yao, Jiang Beiran said: "No help is allowed next time. Whoever I ask, who will answer."

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

So Jiang Beiran asked: "Age."

"Just over 28."

‘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 I 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'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 the matter of 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 also let Jiang Beiran do this. I understood why Mu Yao insisted on taking Kong Qianqian into the car.

‘This is... a walkman? ’

When Kong Qianqian finished singing, Jiang Beiran patted his hands a few times and said: "Sounds contain the clouds, walk around the beam for three days, this girl Qianqian sings Qin Yaoqiang, right?"

Kong Qianqian turned his head after listening to surprise: "Brother Jiang also knows how to sing?"

"I know a thing or two. If you just sang auspicious days~good days when you laughed, why the pearls turned into tears~When these two paragraphs are thrown, it would be better if the two small bends behind the day and the tears can be softened. Up."

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

"Then I will show my ugliness." After Jiang Beiran said, he coughed and sang the middle part of Kong Qianqian's jade bead tears.

This time not only Kong Qianqian's eyes became brighter, but Mu Yao, who was lying on his side, also opened her eyes and looked surprised.

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

Despite a small piece 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.

"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 that 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 frightened Kong Qianqian backtracking and walking back quickly.

Hamming a leg to Mu Yao, Kong Qianqian cautiously asked: "Doesn't Sister think that Brother Jiang sings well?"

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

Kong Qianqian quickly waved his hand after hearing this: "I don't dare to compare with Big Brother Jiang, even if boss Huang from Liuzhen comes, I am afraid I will call Big Brother Jiang, and...Oh! Sister, please pinch me. Huh?"

"Sing your song and leave him alone."

"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.