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Oneshot - It Always Feels Like Someone is Trying to Steal the Consignment


[1]

The last trace of sunset burned on the horizon, casting a gray over the barren and limitless desert.

Tang Ling walked alone with the silver shipment. He had taken care of two people who wanted to steal the shipment and was delayed. Therefore, the path was empty except for him at the moment.

Tang Ling looked at his Qianji Box. I was a little nervous.

A group of criminals had recently appeared in the Longmen desert. They were organized and targeted specifically at people who had shipments and were alone. He heard that many people fell victim to them recently.

Tangling sighed. He thought that it would be great if Lu Yan was around.

He met Lu Yan when looking at the scenery at the Sansheng Tree. The two got along well and usually did everything together. When escorting shipments, Lu Yan liked to hide around Tang Ling. If someone mounted a sneak attack on Tang Ling, Lu Yan would suddenly appear and take the attacker by surprise. He would then take the silver shipment and give it to Tang Ling.

Lu Yan did not speak Mandarin well. Tang Ling thought that he would teach her a few words. However, a few days ago, Lu Yan suddenly appeared red-faced. He asked Tang Ling: "What do the people of Central Plain say when they want to marry a wife?"

Tang Ling looked at him in surprise: "Do you want to marry a wife?"

Lu Yan scratched his head: "En."

Tang Ling was silent for a moment. "...... She agreed?"

Lu Yan smiled sheepishly: "I still don't know."

Tang Ling rolled his eyes: "Stupid."

[2]

Tang Ling thought about it: "Then tell him, 'I like you. Marry me.'"

Lu Yan repeated: "I like you. Marry nest."

Tang Ling: "It's 'with me'. Not 'nest'."

Lu Yan was serious: "I like you. Marry me."

Tang Ling looked at him: "In."

Lu Yan's blue eyes looked at him unblinkingly: "Tang Ling?"

Tang Ling pulled himself together: "Tell him like this."

Lu Yan smiled slightly. His eyes shone as bright as a puddle of water: "Okay."

Tang Ling looked at him. His eyes suddenly felt a bit sour. He quickly lowered his head and played with his Qianji Box. "Why are you foolishly standing there? Go practice it a few times. Don't say 'nest, nest, nest'. She would laugh at you.

Lu Yan obediently turned to the wall and muttered his lines.

Sometimes he said "nest" and sometimes he said "me."

The more Tang Ling listened, the more unhappy he was. An unknown resentment spread. He could only go out into the yard and practice combat with the wooden stakes.

[3]

The night was darkening and the clouds blocked the moonlight. Purple clouds floated in the dark sky, like the ribs of a beast. The path through the desert was vague and difficult to see. The most unfortunate thing was that Tang Ling felt that there were unusual sounds around him.

He was trained in assassination, so his ears were especially keen. The sounds he heard seemed to be muffled footsteps whispering. Also, it wasn't just one or two people.

Tang Ling was scared as he walked. He thought of Lu Yan, whom he had not seen for days. His heart was a little sour.

He must have gone looking for that girl.

An unknown fire arose in Tang Ling's heart. He grabbed his Qianji Box and looked back.

Lu Yan's face was serious: "She is willing."

Since he couldn't hide, he could also fight.

But there was no one behind him.

At this time, the moon hidden behind the clouds revealed half of his face. Moonlight, similar to fine snow, shone on the ground and highlighted the dense and deep footprints behind Tang Ling. These footprints were constantly moving, but when the moonlight revealed their whereabouts, they stopped completely.

Tang Ling's heart turned cold.

[4]

At that moment, a sound broke the silence. These footprints surrounded Tang Ling as if receiving some order. Tang Ling counted. There were thirty people.

I was stunned. One person against thirty. How could that be possible?

The footprints stopped and were revealed one by one. They were all disciples of the Ming sect, wearing swords and hoods. Before Tang Ling could react, all of the Ming Sect disciples began to dance and sing.

A bright and beautiful moonlight shone across the desolate desert, illuminating everything for an instant. The light flashed and formed countless changes as it moved. Lu Yan suddenly appeared in the midst of this light. He lifted up the shocked and stunned Tang Ling, who was surrounded by people. He lifted him high, while his strong arms held onto Tang Ling's thighs. He sat Tang Ling like a child on his shoulder.

Extreme happiness in an innumerable world; a dance only for their ruler.

Tang Ling was stunned sitting on Lu Yan's shoulder. "You did this?"

Lu Yan looked up. The magnificent and beautiful moonlight reflected her gentle smile. "Is."

Tang Ling hit him. "You almost scared me to death!"

Lu Yan's blue eyes seriously looked into Tang Ling's eyes. He enunciated: "I like you. Marry nest.

The dancing Ming sect disciples shouted, "Marry the nest chief!"

Tang Ling was stunned. I wanted to cry and laugh. "It's 'with me'! Stupid!"

Lu Yan smiled and hugged him. "So, are you willing?"

Tang Ling wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "...I am willing."

[5]

Didn't you already agree that day?

Stupid.

FINISH

Author's note: This is a short story about a local cat tyrant who proposes to a song and dance group... (*ˇ*)

My passion ~ is like ~ a fire ~ burning in the Longmen desert ~ Oh, oh, oh ~ When you see me ~ you must marry me ~ Burning in the desert ~ (ω')

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