"How many times have you traveled far?"
"Hmph! This girl is everywhere to fight against violence, and she has 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 up to your status as the number one demon girl of the Demon Cult?"
"Who told you that demon girls can't get rid of violence? Then don't you decent gentlemen do bullying?"
"Well, it makes sense." Jiang Beiran nodded and wrote down the sum.
This made Mu Yao stunned, and shouted: "Shouldn't you refute me that decent children certainly don't do bullying?"
"This is the truth, why do you want to refute it, well, the next question, have you ever killed someone?"
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 did! Hmph, I have killed more people than chickens you have ever seen... No, I have eaten people, no! More chickens than you have eaten!"
"Oh, killing people like hemp, right? Do you prefer to chop off your hands first or your feet first?"
"Ah?" Mu Yao was taken aback again, "It's okay! I can chop wherever I want!"
"Of course it has something to do with it. If you like to cut off your hands, it's because you're worried that the other party will fight back, which means you lack a sense of security. If you like to cut off your feet, it's because you're worried that the other party will run away, which means you have a cautious personality."
Before Mu Yao could speak, Kong Qianqian nodded repeatedly and said, "It turns out that there are so many things to pay attention to in killing people."
"Listen to his nonsense!" Mu Yao hurriedly shouted, "Why have I never heard of such a statement?"
"It means you don't read much. I suggest you study psychology."
"Psychology?" Mu Yao glanced at Kong Qianqian, "Is there this in class?"
Kong Qianqian stared at her big confused eyes and shook her head.
"So do you like chopping off hands or feet?" Jiang Beiran asked again.
"I..." Mu Yao thought for a long time before replying: "I like beheading! I like to see people's necks spurting blood." Mu Yao showed a very bloodthirsty smile while talking.
"Oh, I like beheading." Jiang Beiran nodded.
Seeing what Jiang Beiran wrote with a pen, Mu Yao asked curiously, "What does it mean that you like beheading?"
"I'll tell you later, next question."
In fact, Jiang Beiran didn't care whether Mu Yao's answers were true or false. His purpose of asking these questions was to initially cultivate Mu Yao's sense of obedience, so that Mu Yao could understand that he was the one who gave orders and she was the one who executed them.
After asking more than ten questions in one breath, Jiang Beiran finally nodded and said, "Okay, let's do this first." After Jiang Beiran finished speaking, he looked at Kong Qianqian again: "It's your turn."
"Ah? Shall I answer the question too?" Kong Qianqian asked, pointing at himself.
"Of course, the first question, name."
Kong Qianqian, who hadn't recovered from her senses, didn't even have time to ask her senior sister for help, so she replied subconsciously: "My name is Kong Qianqian, Kong is...Kong is..." Kong Qianqian, who couldn't think of words, found that Jiang Beiran raised his head, and suddenly had a flash of light Suddenly.
"The hole is the hole of the nostril!"
'poof...'
Jiang Beiran, who almost laughed out loud, forcibly collapsed with his facial muscles. He had to maintain his calm personality when he saw everything.
"Oh! Qianqian!" Hearing Kong Qianqian's words to describe her name, Mu Yao quickly grabbed her and said, "You can say that Kong Wu is powerful Kong."
Kong Qianqian, who was blushing, bowed her head and said, "I... I didn't remember it all at once."
"It's okay, let's continue." Jiang Beiran said expressionlessly.
Fearing that Kong Qianqian would make trouble again, Mu Yao hurriedly replied for her: "Qian is Yu Yuqianqian's Qian."
Glancing at Mu Yao, Jiang Beiran said: "Next time, you are not allowed to help me. Whoever I ask will answer."
Although Mu Yao's expression was a little bit dissatisfied, she still didn't say anything, it was her acquiescence.
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 has developed very well, at least compared to Mu Yao who is like a child, she looks like the eighteen-year-old one.
'It seems that the body part is robbing the brain of nutrition. '
Then they also asked Kong Qianqian about ten questions. Jiang Beiran had basically confirmed his position as the leader in this small closed space, and all he needed to do was to further deepen their awareness.
After the min ox car drove into a hilly area, Jiang Beiran took out a policy theory and read it, while the two girls sat in a corner of the car and whispered.
"What's the matter with spring~ Fragrance flies~ Flower protector silver vase~ Embroidered pillow~"
Just when Jiang Beiran was feeling sleepy, he suddenly heard Kong Qianqian singing a song, while Mu Yao was enjoying listening with closed eyes. It was obvious that the two of them usually did this, which also made Jiang Beiran understand Mu Yao's music. Why is Yao so insisting on bringing Kong Qianqian into the car
'Is this... a Walkman? '
After Kong Qianqian had finished singing, Jiang Beiran patted his hands a few times and said, "Sound to stop Xingyun, go around the beam for three days, what Miss Qianqian is singing is Qin Yao's accent, right?"
After hearing this, Kong Qianqian turned her head in surprise and said, "Brother Jiang also knows how to sing?"
"I know a thing or two. If you just sang auspicious days ~ good days for laughter, why do sharks turn into tears ~ when throwing these two paragraphs, it would be better if the voices of the two small bends behind the day and tears can be more tactful."
Kong Qianqian's eyes lit up immediately, she stood up and looked at Jiang Beiran and asked, "Brother Jiang, can you demonstrate it to me again?"
"Then I'll show my shame." Jiang Beiran coughed twice after speaking, and sang the middle part of Kong Qianqian's Yuzhulei just now again.
Now not only Kong Qianqian's eyes became brighter, but even Mu Yao who was lying sideways on the seat opened her eyes with a startled expression.
When Jiang Beiran finished singing this short section, Kong Qianqian clapped his hands with all his might.
Although it was only a short paragraph, Kong Qianqian could tell from Jiang Beiran's accent, articulation, charm, and breath that if Jiang Beiran was on stage, he must be a character.
"Brother Jiang, what faction is your singing style from? Why don't I seem to have heard of it?"
"Beijing faction."
"Beijing faction?" Kong Qianqian thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure out which faction it was, but this did not prevent her from thinking it sounded good.
Imitating Jiang Beiran's singing, Kong Qianqian sang it again by herself, but it didn't feel right.
So she ran all the way to Jiang Beiran and asked, "Brother Jiang, can you teach me how to pronounce this sound?"
"cough!"
At this moment, Mu Yao coughed heavily, and Kong Qianqian, who was frightened, hurriedly walked back the same way.
After hammering Mu Yao's legs, Kong Qianqian asked cautiously: "Senior sister, don't you think Brother Jiang sings very well?"
"That's it, it's not as good as your singing."
After hearing this, Kong Qianqian quickly waved his hands and said, "I don't dare to compare with Brother Jiang. Even if Boss Huang from Liuzhen came, I'm afraid he would have to call Brother Jiang Mr., and... ouch! Why are you pinching me, sister?"
"Sing your song, ignore him."
"Yes~" Kong Qianqian agreed aggrievedly, pouting.
Jiang Beiran didn't say anything when he saw this, and continued to hold up Celun and read it.