"Hmph! I go everywhere to clean up troubles and keep good people, and I have to travel far every day."
"Eliminate violence and make peace?" Jiang Beiran raised his head and glanced at Mu Yao: "Miss Mu, can you please face your identity as the number one witch in the Demon Cult?"
"Who told you that demonic sects and witches can't eliminate violence and keep good people safe? Then don't you, the decent disciples, do things like bullying the weak?"
"Well, that makes sense." Jiang Beiran nodded and took note of this.
Mu Yao couldn't help but be stunned and shouted: "Shouldn't you refute me and say that of course a decent child will not do anything to bully the weak?"
"This is a fact. Why should you refute it? Okay, next question, have you ever killed anyone?"
Mu Yao, who was still wondering that Jiang Beiran was indeed a bit different, immediately became excited when she heard this question.
"Of course I have killed! Huh, I have killed more people than you have ever seen chickens... No, I have eaten them, no! It is more chickens than you have ever eaten!"
"Oh, you kill people like crazy, right? Generally, do you prefer to chop off the hands or the feet first?"
"Ah?" Mu Yao was stunned again, "It doesn't matter, right? I can cut wherever I want!"
"Of course it does matter. If you like to cut off the hands, it is because you are worried that the other person will fight back, which shows that you are insecure. If you like to cut off the feet, it is because you are worried that the other person will run away, which shows that you have a cautious character."
Before Mu Yao could speak, Kong Qianqian on the side nodded repeatedly and said: "So there are so many details about killing people."
"Listen to his nonsense!" Mu Yao shouted quickly, "Why have I never heard of such a statement?"
"It means you haven't read much. I suggest you study psychology."
"Psychology?" Mu Yao glanced at Kong Qianqian, "Is this available in class?"
Kong Qianqian shook his head with big confused eyes.
"So do you prefer chopping off hands or feet?" Jiang Beiran asked again.
"I..." Mu Yao thought for a long time and replied: "I like beheading! I like to see blood spurting from people's necks the most." Mu Yao said with a very bloodthirsty smile.
"Oh, I like beheading." Jiang Beiran nodded.
Seeing what Jiang Beiran wrote down with a pen, Mu Yao asked curiously: "What does it mean that you like beheading?"
"I'll tell you the next question later."
In fact, Jiang Beiran didn't care whether Mu Yao's answers were true or false. His purpose in asking these questions was to initially cultivate Mu Yao's sense of obedience and to make Mu Yao understand that he was the one giving the order 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 for now." After Jiang Beiran said that, he looked at Kong Qianqian: "It's your turn."
"Ah? Do I also want to answer the question?" Kong Qianqian pointed at herself and asked.
"Of course, the first question is name."
Kong Qianqian, who had not yet come to her senses, had no time to ask her 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 for a moment, noticed that Jiang Beiran raised his head.
Suddenly an idea struck me.
"A hole is a hole for a nostril!"
'puff……'
Jiang Beiran, who almost laughed out loud, used his facial muscles to stop himself. He had to maintain his image of being unfazed by everything he saw.
"Oh! Qianqian!" After hearing Kong Qianqian's words to describe her name, Mu Yao quickly pulled her and said: "You can say Kong Wu is powerful Kong."
Kong Qianqian, who blushed, lowered his head and said, "I...I didn't think of it for a moment."
"It doesn't matter, continue." Jiang Beiran said expressionlessly on the other side.
Afraid that Kong Qianqian would cause trouble again, Mu Yao quickly kicked her and replied: "Qian is Yu Yu Qianqian's Qian."
After glancing at Mu Yao, Jiang Beiran said: "Next time, I am not allowed to answer questions. Whoever I ask will answer."
Although Mu Yao's expression was a little dissatisfied, she still didn't say anything, which was regarded as acquiescence.
So Jiang Beiran then asked: "Age."
"Just reached the number of 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 looked like she was eighteen years old.
'It seems that the body part robs the brain of nutrients.'
Then he asked Kong Qianqian about ten questions. Jiang Beiran basically confirmed his position as the leader in this small closed space. The next step was to further deepen their awareness.
After the Minniu carriage drove into a hilly area, Jiang Beiran took out a policy book and started reading it, while the two girls sat in a corner of the carriage and whispered.
"What's the matter with the coming of spring~Fragrances flying~Flowers protecting the silver vase~On the embroidered pillow~"
Just when Jiang Beiran was feeling sleepy, he suddenly heard Kong Qianqian singing a song. Mu Yao on the side closed her eyes and listened to it with enjoyment. It was obvious that the two of them did this frequently, which also made Jiang Beiran understand that Mu Yao
Why did Yao insist on taking Kong Qianqian into the car?
'This is... a Walkman?'
When Kong Qianqian finished singing, Jiang Beiran clapped his hands a few times and said: "The sound stopped the moving clouds and circled the beam for three days. Is this the Qin Yao tune that Miss Qianqian sang?"
After hearing this, Kong Qianqian turned around in surprise and said, "Brother Jiang also knows how to sing?"
"I know a little bit, if you just sang auspicious days, good times bring laughter, why do shark beads turn into tears? When you sing these two verses, it would be better if the two small curves behind the sun and tears can sound more tactful."
Kong Qianqian suddenly lit up after listening to it, stood up, looked at Jiang Beiran and asked: "Brother Jiang, can you sing it again properly?"
"Then I'll make a fool of myself." After Jiang Beiran finished speaking, he coughed twice and sang the middle part of Kong Qianqian's Jade Pearl Tears just now again.
Not only Kong Qianqian's eyes became brighter and brighter now, but Mu Yao, who was lying on her side on the seat, also opened her eyes and looked shocked.
When Jiang Beiran finished singing this short section, Kong Qianqian spared no effort in clapping her hands.
Although his knowledge was limited, Kong Qianqian was able to tell from Jiang Beiran's accent, pronunciation, charm, and tone of voice that if Jiang Beiran got on stage, he would definitely be a star.
"Brother Jiang, what faction does your singing come from? How come I haven't heard it before?"
"Beijing style."
"Beijing faction?" Kong Qianqian thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out, but that didn't stop her from finding it pleasant.
Imitating Jiang Beiran's singing, Kong Qianqian sang it again, but it felt wrong.
So she trotted all the way to Jiang Beiran and asked, "Brother Jiang, can you teach me how to pronounce this sound?"
"cough!"
At this time, Mu Yao coughed heavily, and Kong Qianqian was so frightened that she quickly walked back the way she came.
After giving Mu Yao a kick, Kong Qianqian asked cautiously: "Senior sister, don't you think Brother Jiang's singing is very nice?"
"That's it, I can't sing as well as you."
After hearing this, Kong Qianqian quickly waved her hands and said: "I don't dare to compete with Brother Jiang. Even if Boss Huang from Liu Town comes, I'm afraid he will have to call Brother Jiang Sir, and... Oops! Why are you pinching me, Senior Sister?"
"Sing your song and ignore him."
"Yes~" Kong Qianqian pouted and agreed aggrievedly.
Jiang Beiran didn't say anything when he saw this, and continued to pick up the strategy and read it.