When Xing Bufan, who was distributing food to the disciples of the seven major sects, passed by Yun Feimiao, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the gray goose baby in the other's arms. He felt that the baby looked more and more adorable.
"Yes." Yun Feimiao smiled and nodded.
"It's so cute. Is it a baby swan? What's its name?"
"My name is Goose!" The goose raised its head proudly.
Xing Bufan was silent for a moment when he heard the name. He was surprised that this young master from a noble family was even worse at naming than himself.
But this surprise was nothing compared to his curiosity about the goose.
He moved closer to the goose and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't tell what kind of spiritual goose it was. He began to doubt whether he had memorized the complete encyclopedia of spiritual birds.
"Can I touch it?" Xing Bufan asked Yun Feimiao again.
Yun Feimiao smiled and said, "Can't it talk? Ask it yourself."
The goose didn't expect that he was actually quite likable, and immediately became even more proud: "You have to give me something delicious, then I will let you touch me!"
"What does the little goose like to eat?" Xing Bufan asked again.
He knew that some high-level spirit beasts were good at disguising their appearance, but he could guess their origins from their diet.
The little goose was a little disgusted when he heard this: "Aren't you from the Beast Taming Sect? How come you don't know what I like to eat? Miaomiao knew it the first time she saw me!"
"Are you not paying attention in class? This is wrong!"
"Let me tell you, Miaomiao is very attentive in class. Even if she doesn't understand something, she will write it down and ask someone after class."
"You should learn more from our Miaomiao, and put some of your energy from looking at beauties into studying."
Xing Bufan was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that he would be taught a lesson by a baby goose.
"Even if we Miaomiao see beauty..."
As Yun Feimiao heard the little goose's words becoming more and more outrageous, he quickly pinched the little goose's mouth and smiled awkwardly at Xing Bufan.
"This goose is a bit noisy and likes to talk nonsense. Brother Xing, don't take it to heart."
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