After passing through the book, I snatched the female villain

Dirala had been flipping through the papers. The words Terrala were writing were almost flying, but Dilara had no difficulty in reading them. He could see Terrala's next plan from the lines outlined above.

"N9 Desolate Star, the tide of alien beasts in the north fluctuates, September th."

"K7 Desolate Star, nothing unusual. Rest. September th."

"M16 Desolate Star, there is a slight abnormality, rest. September th."

"B24 Wild Star, birthday, rest. September th."

Tyrara was even more certain that this was during the period when Tyrara was eighteen years old.

September 24th every year is Terrala's birthday. In the past, he would prepare a birthday gift for himself, but that year on the B desert planet, he had no chance.

Dilara was particularly impressed by this incident. His eyes lingered on the last date for a while, then he folded the paper and put it back to its original position.

He turned around and kicked the bed, "Don't pretend, I know you're awake."

Tyrara opened his eyes again, and he smiled gently at Tyrara, "Wow, you know me so well? You can see it all."

Di Lala was speechless. As soon as he raised his hand, Di Lala retracted her head out of reflex and said, "You want to hit me."

"I'm not only going to beat you, I'm also going to strangle you to death." Dirala said viciously. He grabbed Terrala by the collar and pulled him over, letting him see the scars on Dirala's neck. "See clearly. No? You have to do the same."

Terrala raised her head and said, "Then pinch."

The Adam's apple on his fair neck was still intact. When he looked up, his white hair parted, revealing the indifference in his eyes.

Di LaLa sneered. Without saying any nonsense, he pinched Di LaLa's carotid artery with one hand and pressed him against the pillar behind him.

"One minute," he said.

The feeling of suffocation that hit his face gradually occupied Terrala's mind. Terrala's eyes curled up. He stared at Dirala and whimpered twice.

Di LaLa didn't want to send Terra La to the West yet. He had blocked the time and took his hand back when the time came. Terrala leaned his head against the pillar and did not move. There was also a circle of red and purple on his neck from the violence. His condition was only a little better than Terrala's.

Diara was satisfied, and he said: "Telala, we are settled."

"No, you also punched me in the head." Terrala turned his face sideways, and his temple was also black, "What should I say?"

"Not much to say." Diara sat on the chair. He glanced at the tight ropes tied around Tyrara's body and said leisurely, "If you have the ability, just fight back. If you don't, just shut up."

Terrala narrowed her eyes slightly, "You bullied me."

Dilara raised her eyelids and looked at him, "Then you cry."

Terrala: "...wuwu."

"Hmph." Diara mocked. He found the medicine from the small box under the bed, dug some out, put it on his hand, rubbed it casually, and then wiped it on Tyrara's forehead.

Terrala's body stiffened for a moment, but she did not avoid it. He smiled inexplicably: "You really know everything."

Know his name, where he lives, and the medicine he hides under his bed.

There was a threat in Dilara's tone, "I know all the bad things you do, so you'd better be honest."

Tyrara raised his eyebrows, and he looked at Tyrara's face. The male insect was 99% similar to him, and it was a nearly one-to-one copy.

It's just that the lines and contours of his face are much sharper than his, and the same is true for his personality.

The ointment on Dilara's hand exuded some kind of sticky cold fragrance. He had never smelled this kind of smell before, and when he smelled it carefully, he felt trance-like and had a headache.

He looked at Terrala. Terrala's eyes were calm, and those false smiles disappeared, revealing the coldness and loneliness in her nature.

Dilara pressed his temple with her fingertips dipped in medicine, pretending to be profound and said: "Do you know who I am?"

Terrala raised her lips and smiled, "Aren't you me?"

"I also have a name." Dirala took back his hand and raised his chin towards Terrala, "Guess who I am, and I will untie you if you guess it."

Terrala thought for a while, then spread her hands and said, "I don't know."

Dirala knew that Terrala was useless. He cleared his throat and said, "I am Dirala."

Terrala was stunned. Seeing that Terrala didn't speak, Dilala became even more proud, "You didn't expect it, did you? I'm not the same as before. I can do whatever I want now, and you can't control me at all..."

Terrala frowned, and he just asked: "Why...even your name is so similar to mine? Di...Lala?"

Dilara's face stiffened slightly, "Don't you remember me?"

Terrala shook her head innocently, "I don't remember."

Tyrara curled her fingers, and Tyrara's face was imprinted in his eyes. She was in her early twenties, and her eyes, one golden and one red, were not filled with too much emotion.

He seemed to be looking at a new and unfamiliar insect.

Dilara blinked and said stiffly: "You really don't remember me?"

Terrala was even more surprised, "I don't even know you, what do you want me to remember?"

"Okay." Di Lala nodded, and without saying a word, he knocked Di LaLa unconscious with one palm.

Tyrara suddenly fainted and fell to the pillar. Diara picked up the medicine jar. He covered the box and stuffed it under the bed again. When he turned around, his face suddenly darkened.

Don't remember him...

Dilara looked at the dead leaves and mud inside the house, and seemed to smell some weird fragrance again on the tip of her nose.

He staggered and walked to the dry leaves. Terrala cut the leaves into different shapes, and used these different shapes of leaves to spell out various types of strange beasts.

Dilara looked over one by one. The heads of these strange beasts were all decorated with round dead leaves, and there were no other strange shapes.

Tyrara would play with these dead leaves when he was bored. He used round leaves as head decorations, and Tyrara used larger stars as decorations.

But there are no star-shaped leaves on the ground.

Dilara understood what this meant. He was not in the memory of Tyrara in front of him, and it was even said that Tyrara did not exist in his mind.

Terrara now has a full worm grid.

The gloom in Dilara's eyes flashed. He picked up a leaf, tore it into star shapes in revenge, and then picked a few leaves of other shapes and pasted them together.

He placed the strange beast he made in the center of the ground, in the most conspicuous position.

Tyrara didn't know what he had made with the totem and perfume, but he never thought of eliminating Tyrara from his world.

Dilara tore off several leaves in succession, and after fighting seven or eight strange beasts, he sat down on the chair depressedly.

Terrala has never had a good attitude towards Dilara, a derivative insect character. After all, no one wants to be treated as a lunatic.

But Di LaLa stayed in Terra La's mind in such a weird and strange way.

When Dilara was born, it happened to be the last day of May.

As a derivative insect, his will and mental power are far less powerful than Terrala's main insect.

Dilara was afraid of Terrala's oppression in all aspects. His ability was too weak, so he spent most of his time quietly observing Terrala's actions.