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, arent you the number one demoness of the demonic cult?!

Who told you that a demoness of the demonic cult cant punish the evil? Dont 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, Shouldnt you refute me by saying that decent people dont bully the weak? Thats the truth. Why do I have to refute it? Alright, next question, have you killed anyone?

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

Of course I did! Humph, Ive killed many people! Its more than you can imagine! Oh, so youre 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 doesnt matter, right? Ill chop off wherever I want!

Of course its a problem. If you like to chop off the other partys hands because youre worried that the other party will retaliate, that means you lack security. If you like to chop off their feet, youre worried that they will run away. That means youre cautious.

Before Mu Yao could say anything, Kong Qianqian nodded and said, I didnt know there were so many rules when it came to killing people.

Dont listen to his nonsense! Mu Yao shouted. Why havent I heard of such a saying before?

It means that you dont 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 peoples 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?

Ill tell you in the future. Next question.

Actually, Jiang Beiran didnt care whether Mu Yaos answer was true or not. The purpose of asking these questions was to cultivate Mu Yaos 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, thats it for now. After saying that, Jiang Beiran looked at Kong Qianqian and said, Its 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 hadnt come back to her senses, didnt 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 couldnt 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 wouldnt be shocked by anything he saw.

Qianqian! Hearing Kong Qianqians 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 cant remember.

It doesnt 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, Dont answer for her.

Although Mu Yao looked a little unconvinced, she didnt 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, youve 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, Its 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 Qianqians eyes lit up when she heard that. She stood up and asked Jiang Beiran, Brother Jiang, can you show me again?

Then Ill show you. Jiang Beiran coughed lightly and sang the middle part of Kong Qianqians tune again.

Kong Qianqians 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, whats your singing style? Why do I feel like Ive never heard of it before?

The Jing Style.

The Jing Style? Kong Qianqian thought for a long time but still couldnt figure out where this style was from. However, this didnt stop her from thinking that it sounded good.

Mimicking Jiang Beirans singing, Kong Qianqian sang again, but she felt that something wasnt 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 Yaos leg, Kong Qianqian asked carefully, Sister Mu, dont you think that Brother Jiang sings very well?.

Not bad. Its not as good as your singing.

After hearing that, Kong Qianqian quickly waved her hand and said, Im 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 didnt say anything else and continued to read his book.