After passing through the book, I snatched the female villain

Di LaLa's body was frozen in place, the field of vision in his eyes and pupils was completely occupied by Di LaLa, and a large, almost abnormal tremor suddenly arose while his heart was beating.

That's Terrara. Terrara in ancient times.

Wearing black clothes, half of the golden eyes are smiling, and the other half of the red eyes are cold. The white hair that was once buried in Tyrara's memory reappeared, short and curly, stopping softly on both sides of Tyrara's cheeks, depicting the sharpness that had been revealed in his youth.

"Ha..." Diara saw him approaching step by step and couldn't help but said in a low voice, "Telara..."

"Wow, you still know my name." Tyra didn't hide his surprise on his face. He walked closer and clapped his hands twice and said in appreciation, "How do you know? Tell me."

Tyrara stood there without moving. The dappled sunlight falling in the forest reflected his face exactly the same as Tyrara's, and even the shadows on the ground outlined their almost identical lines.

He didn't know how he suddenly met Terrala. In the past, they had communicated with each other across time and space.

"Say it." Terrala said again, "Fake things have stained my eyes."

Dilara sneered, "Are you going to scold me again?"

Terrala tilted her head and smiled: "Fake."

Tyrara would also laugh when she was unhappy. Tyrara knew that he was mentally twisted and took precautions when his figure approached.

As expected, Terrala secretly squeezed the mental spike, and his figure flashed in front of Dilala's eyes, stabbing the fatal part of Dilala's chest every time.

"Who are you? Huh? Why do you look like me? I don't like your face." Terrala's mental power cut through the large jungle in front of her. He grabbed Tyrara's arm and raised his foot to reach for it. Crushing his thigh bone.

Dilara's eyes were dim, and he used strength in his hands to grab his collar and throw his back to the ground. Tyrara groaned, and after he fell to the ground, his arm passed through the crook of Tyrara's leg, and he used a clever force to knock him to the ground.

"There's something there. Can you give me another one?" Terrala turned over and pressed on top of Dirala. He pinched Dirala's neck with both hands, and when his eyes widened, all the murderous intent underneath was exposed.

"Terara—" Dirala has never been a match for Terrala in terms of mental strength. He became even more angry, and his eyes began to turn red with anger.

"Wow, look at you. You're about to cry so soon. Don't make such an expression on my face, okay? I can't help but kill you. Hahaha." Terrala said, holding on to her hand However, his strength did not slacken at all.

Dilara stared at Terrala's wantonly raised eyes, and the spiritual power in his palms gathered again.

Terrala didn't even look to the side. He pressed Dilala's palm with his right hand and crushed his newly condensed spiritual power again.

"Why are you like me? Wearing a mask?" Tyrara was still asking. He retracted his hand and touched Dirala's face. He became even more confused after not feeling any other strange feelings, "It's really meat."

Dila pulled her lips, "I am you, of course I am the same as you."

"Are you me?" Tyrara sneered. His strange eyes slowly looked at Tyrara's body, with a mocking tone in his voice, "Stop joking."

Dilara took a deep breath, "You damn thing, how dare you look down on me."

"Woo, I didn't say that." Terrala suppressed Dirala again. He noticed that the fragments of Dirala's mental power stayed in the air and did not disappear, and his eyes slowly turned.

"Are you really me? In that case, we are all the same?" Terrala grabbed Dila's neck with one hand, and pulled down Dila's clothes with the other hand, "My belly is down. There is a scar, do you have one?"

Diara was suppressed and couldn't move. Tyrara opened his shirt with her fingertips. He pulled Diara's pants down, and sure enough, he saw a white scar inside.

"Wow." Terrala reached out and rubbed the scar, making sure it was not some kind of drug disguised as an illusion.

Dilara swallowed her anger and said: "I didn't lie to you."

"It seems like this. But the color of my scar is not as dark as yours, and the area on mine is still pink. Do you want me to take it off and show you?" Terrala said as she started to take off her pants.

"No need!" Dirala clenched her fists. He suppressed the depression in his heart and pretended to be calm. "I know what your scars look like. You don't need to show them to me."

"Oh." Terrala withdrew her hand, and he began to explore the muscles and bones of Dirala's body from head to bottom again. The emotion between his brows and eyes changed slightly, "Why do you seem to have a better figure than me? You also have more muscles than me."

Dilara: "..."

He counted the time for Terrala to speak, and looked at the fragments of mental power in the air that had not yet dispersed.

It was the first time that Tyrara saw a bug that looked so similar to him. He turned over and over to look at Tyrara's body, as if he was playing with some kind of captured prey.

"Ah, I'm tired." Terrala's interest faded as quickly as it came. His eyes were fixed on Tyrara's face again, and he saw his own face in his pupils.

Terrala said no more.

Tyrara raised his eyes during this moment of silence. He looked directly into Tyrara's eyes, as if he understood his next plan.

"kill me?"

"Die."

Their voices sounded almost at the same time.

Terrala's palms were so strong that they had pinched the artery in Diara's neck. Dirala ignored the feeling of suffocation as she ascended, and the fragments of mental power remaining in the air merged into Terrala's body silently. They suddenly changed when Dilara gave the order, piercing the surface of Terrala's skin.

"Oh?" Terrala's movements stopped, and he looked at Dirala, who turned over and punched him in the temple.

Tyrara fell into the grass nearby. He was still trying to get up from the ground, but Tyrara held his head and stung him with mental power.

"Keep going crazy." Dirala kicked him angrily, and he dragged her to a hidden corner of the woods, and then collapsed next to him.

The skin around Dilara's neck was all blue and purple, with clear red marks on it. Tyrara was merciless, and Tyrara knew that he did not intend to let him live from the moment he saw her.

Anything that made him feel threatened would not give him a chance to survive after Terrala lost interest.

He is such a bad woo-woo monster.

Dilara knew him best and had kept her back when they first met.

He looked at his palms. The skin on his palms was very pale, not as shiny as Terrala's. Dilara frowned again. He lifted Tyrara's clothes and compared the muscle lines of his abdomen with his own. There was indeed a slight difference.

They are not exactly the same.

The way Terrala was dressed now, it looked like she was guarding a certain desolate star. He spent most of his life on the deserted star, so much so that in Dilara's memory, it was impossible to see the deserted star planet to the end.

It's just that Terrala's current appearance looks much younger and greener, far less cold and sharp than Zhou Lian's. Tyrara guessed that Tyrara was still young in the time period she was staying in now, less than twenty, maybe eighteen.

Dilara's eyes flashed with tiny points of light. He didn't know what the totem did, but it actually brought him back to such a long time ago.

A past separate from Terrara.

Dirala is no longer an accessory of Terrala. There is no distinction between priority and insect grid. He also has his own body, and his body is even more mature and powerful than Terrala.

Di Lala pulled off Terra La's black clothes, he smiled happily and carried Terra La back on his back.

Terrara had been weighing on him for so many years, and now it was finally his turn to become a master.

Tyrara found the cabin where Tyrara lived. Terrala built her house deep in the jungle, with a stream flowing next to it, and unknown varieties of wildflowers planted in the fields.

Terrala never closed the door when she went out. Dilara walked into the room without any hindrance, and then threw Terrala onto the bed.

After throwing it away, he felt a little worried, so he tied him up with a rope specially designed to suppress his mental power and tied him to the head of the bed.

"Woooo... What are you doing? It hurts me." Terrala woke up faster than Dirala expected. When he saw Terrala was about to raise his head, he knocked him out with another palm.

"Go to sleep, Tiantian Wuwu." Dirala pulled the quilt over him, covering him so that only his head was exposed.

After he finished all this, he sat down on a chair to rest.

There were a lot of things piled up in Terrala's room. Dry leaves, blooming flowers, and a lot of useless mud.

Tyrara's eyes glanced past these things. He walked to Tyrara's desk and turned out all the papers inside.

On those papers were written all kinds of information about the desolate stars, as well as plans for the eradication of alien beasts in the coming period. Dilara estimated the period of time he was currently in, took the paper into his hand and looked at it carefully.

The room became quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of Dilara flipping papers.

Terrala opened her eyes. His head did not move, but his pupils turned to the side consciously. Dilara was still flipping through the information in her hand, not turning her attention to him.

Terrala looked dull and continued to close his eyes.