"You look like a pig and a dragon, and you’re so fat—how about I call you... Feibo?"
Feibo?
What kind of lousy name is that?
Almost everyone present muttered this to themselves.
Unexpectedly, the little creature seemed quite satisfied with the name "Feibo," nodding its head repeatedly.
"Feibo? You can understand me, right?"
Feibo nodded again.
"Can you talk?"
Feibo shook its head, then reached out a tiny claw, pointed at its own mouth, and made a series of frantic, expressive gestures.
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