I Just Won't Play By The Book Chapter 142

“How many times have you traveled?” “Humph! I go everywhere to punish the evil. I have to travel far every day.” “Punish the evil?” Jiang Beiran raised his head and looked at Mu Yao. “Miss Mu, aren't you the number one demoness of the demonic cult?!

“Who told you that a demoness of the demonic cult can't punish the evil? Don't you decent gentlemen do things like bullying the weak?”

“Hmm, that makes sense.” Jiang Beiran nodded and noted this down.

This stunned Mu Yao and she shouted, “Shouldn't you refute me by saying that decent people don't bully the weak?” “That's the truth. Why do I have to refute it? Alright, next question, have you killed anyone?”

Mu Yao, who was initially curious about Jiang Beiran's uniqueness, immediately became excited when she heard this question.

“Of course I did! Humph, I've killed many people! It's more than you can imagine!” “Oh, so you're really good at killing people. Do you usually kill people by chopping off their hands or feet first?”

“Ah?” Mu Yao was stunned again. “It doesn't matter, right? I'll chop off wherever I want!”

“Of course it's a problem. If you like to chop off the other party's hands because you're worried that the other party will retaliate, that means you lack security. If you like to chop off their feet, you're worried that they will run away. That means you're cautious.”

Before Mu Yao could say anything, Kong Qianqian nodded and said, “I didn't know there were so many rules when it came to killing people.”

“Don't listen to his nonsense!” Mu Yao shouted. “Why haven't I heard of such a saying before?”

“It means that you don't study much. I suggest that you study psychology.”

“Psychology… study?” Mu Yao looked at Kong Qianqian, “Is there such a thing in class?” Kong Qianqian stared at her confused big eyes and shook her head.

“So do you like to chop off hands or feet?” Jiang Beiran asked again. “I…” Mu Yao thought for a long time and replied, “I like to chop off heads! I like to see people's necks spew blood the most.” Mu Yao said while revealing a very bloodthirsty smile.

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

Seeing that Jiang Beiran had written something down with a pen, Mu Yao asked curiously, “What does liking beheading mean?”

“I'll tell you in the future. Next question.”

Actually, Jiang Beiran didn't care whether Mu Yao's answer was true or not. The purpose of asking these questions was to cultivate Mu Yao's sense of obedience. He wanted to let Mu Yao know that he was the one who gave the order, and she was the one who carried it out.

After asking more than ten questions, Jiang Beiran finally nodded and said, “Okay, that's it for now.” After saying that, Jiang Beiran looked at Kong Qianqian and said, “It's your turn.”

“Ah? Do I have to answer questions too?” Kong Qianqian pointed at herself and asked. “Of course. The first question is your name.” Kong Qianqian, who hadn't come back to her senses, didn't even have time to ask her senior sister for help before she subconsciously answered, “My name is Kong Qianqian, Kong is… Kong is…” Kong Qianqian couldn't think of any words in a moment. She noticed Jiang Beiran was looking at her. Suddenly, an idea came to her. “Kong as the kong of the nostril!”

“Pfft…”

Jiang Beiran, who almost burst out laughing, forcefully used the muscles on his face to stop himself from laughing. He had to maintain his image of a person who wouldn't be shocked by anything he saw.

“Qianqian!” Hearing Kong Qianqian's description of her name, Mu Yao hurriedly pulled her back and said, “You can say that Kong as the kong of powerful.”

The flushed-faced Kong Qianqian lowered her head and said, “I… I can't remember.”

“It doesn't matter. Continue,” Jiang Beiran said expressionlessly.

Afraid that Kong Qianqian would cause trouble again, Mu Yao quickly answered on her behalf, “Qianqian as the greenery.”

Jiang Beiran glanced at Mu Yao and said, “Don't answer for her.”

Although Mu Yao looked a little unconvinced, she didn't say anything, which was a tacit agreement. Therefore, Jiang Beiran continued to ask, “Age.”

“Just turned 16.”

“16?” Jiang Beiran was a little surprised when he heard this number because Kong Qianqian had developed very well. At the very least, compared to Mu Yao who looked like a child, Kong Qianqian looked like the 18-year-old one.

“Looks like her body parts have taken away the nutrients in her brain.”

He then asked Kong Qianqian ten more questions. Jiang Beiran basically confirmed his position as the leader of this small and enclosed space. Next, he just needed to deepen their awareness.

After the Sturdy Bull carriage drove into a hilly area, Jiang Beiran took out a book and started to read it. The two girls sat in a corner of the carriage and started to whisper.

“Plop go the plums. Blue-collared lad, you've long been in my heart.”

Just as Jiang Beiran was feeling a little sleepy, he suddenly heard Kong Qianqian singing. Beside her, Mu Yao closed her eyes and listened to her. It was obvious that the two of them often did this. This also made Jiang Beiran understand why Mu Yao was so insistent on bringing Kong Qianqian into the carriage.

“Is this considered some kind of mp3 player?”

After Kong Qianqian finished singing, Jiang Beiran clapped his hands and said, “It's like the sound of moving clouds. It goes around the beam for three days. Miss Qianqian is singing the Qin Yao Tune, right?”

After listening to it, Kong Qianqian turned her head in surprise and asked, “Brother Jiang knows how to sing?”

“I know a little. If your voice could be more melodious the day and tears could be more melodious.”

Kong Qianqian's eyes lit up when she heard that. She stood up and asked Jiang Beiran, “Brother Jiang, can you show me again?”

“Then I'll show you.” Jiang Beiran coughed lightly and sang the middle part of Kong Qianqian's tune again.

Kong Qianqian's eyes were not the only ones that lit up. Even Mu Yao, who was lying on her side, opened her eyes in surprise.

After Jiang Beiran had finished singing a short segment, Kong Qianqian clapped her hands with all her might.

Although it was only a short segment, Kong Qianqian could tell that Jiang Beiran could be a good singer from his singing style, pronunciation, charm, and breath.

“Brother Jiang, what's your singing style? Why do I feel like I've never heard of it before?”

“The Jing Style.”

“The Jing Style?” Kong Qianqian thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out where this style was from. However, this didn't stop her from thinking that it sounded good.

Mimicking Jiang Beiran's singing, Kong Qianqian sang again, but she felt that something wasn't right.

Thus, she jogged all the way to Jiang Beiran and asked, “Brother Jiang, can you teach me how to sing this song?”

“Cough!”

At this moment, Mu Yao coughed heavily. It scared Kong Qianqian so much that she quickly walked back to her seat. After hammering Mu Yao's leg, Kong Qianqian asked carefully, “Sister Mu, don't you think that Brother Jiang sings very well?”.

“Not bad. It's not as good as your singing.”

After hearing that, Kong Qianqian quickly waved her hand and said, “I'm not comparable to Brother Jiang. Even if the Boss Huang from Liu Town would have to address Brother Jiang as mister, and… Aiyo! Sister Mu, why are you pinching me?” “Sing your song. Stop paying attention to him.”

“Yes -” Kong Qianqian pouted and answered aggrievedly. Seeing this, Jiang Beiran didn't say anything else and continued to read his book.

Chapter end