"You were lying next to Tara Summer?..." Owl Eagle caught the critical point.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Bastian nodded repeatedly, his expression suddenly becoming very aggrieved, his voice still the same as a teenager. "I am the embodiment of Tara's blood. I just love her scent. It's so fragrant. Also, her body is particularly soft, especially her chest..."
"Stop!" Before he could finish, Fierce Eagle interrupted him in a heavy voice. Owl Eagle next to him also showed discomfort, his brows deeply furrowed.
"No wonder the young master wanted to toss you out! Indeed..." Fierce Eagle stood up, his eyebrows almost knotting together.
As he carefully inspected the little Dragon Beast King in front of him, if not for its resemblance to a Qilin, he would have mistaken it for a pervert just from hearing its words.
About her body being fragrant, soft, it's astonishing that he could say it, no wonder the young master looked murderous earlier.
This Bastian is indeed a lustful beast!
