"You go deliver it."
"You go deliver it!"
"I'm not going to deliver it."
"I'm not going either. Whoever wants to go can go."
"Then who will go? There has to be a fish, right? Why don't we draw lots? Are you drawing the short one or the long one?"
"The short tail, the one with the scar!"
"Here!"
Bian Ye and Bian Mu straightened their tails, their fleshy fins wrapping tightly, as if embracing two javelins. The shadow stretched out from above, slowly covering them, and the two fish suddenly turned and smiled awkwardly.
Liang Qu floated with arms folded, standing on water like visible steps, rippling with wave after wave of shimmering light: "Why is it always you two? Sneaking around, why can't you just speak openly?"
Bian Ye understood tactfully, looked around, rubbed his fleshy fin, and respectfully offered the treasure box: "Great, honorable, mighty King Huai, this is a gift from our King to thank you."
