"Young Madam!" The two of them exclaimed in unison, quickly standing up.
"Why is Bastian here!?" Tara Summer's sharp eyes immediately spotted a black mass on the sofa, "It's really well hidden. If you don't look closely, it's hard to tell it's him!"
Tara Summer chuckled with her mouth tightly shut, lifting the small Dragon Beast King from the sofa. Even with such commotion, the little thing only moved a bit and then continued to sleep after smacking his lips.
"Master... threw him out again..." Fierce Eagle replied.
"Thrown out again?!" Tara Summer sighed and shook her head, lowering her eyes to look at the small Dragon Beast King in her arms. The blackness on his body was gradually fading, to turn into the same color as the white shirt she was wearing.
Even though she had seen this many times, Tara still found it magical, like a chameleon constantly changing colors according to its surrounding environment.
