After passing through the book, I snatched the female villain

Terrala didn't speak anymore. He was breathing slowly, as if he had fallen asleep the moment he covered his head.

Dirala didn't care either. He lowered his eyes and pressed his palms under Terrala's lower abdomen. The slowly rising temperature covered Terrala's superficial scars through her thin shirt.

"Talara, good night."

Terrala did not respond. He raised his eyelids in the darkness where he could not see clearly. There was a calmness and silence in his strange eyes that was difficult to see.

He closed his eyes again.

After that, Dilara completely took over Terrala's job, and also occupied the throne of the leader.

Terrala wrote down his plans for the next few days on the paper. Except for September 9th when he was going to N Desolate Star to collect the alien beasts, the th to the th were his rest days.

Upon seeing this, Dilara randomly assigned one of his desolate star masters to go to the N9 desolate star to perform tasks for him, turning the th into his own day off.

Terrala was cutting leaves at the corner of the table. He slowly cut the dry leaves into different shapes and pieced them together out of boredom.

"You are lazy. You have been lazy since you first took office." Terrala's voice sounded meaningfully without looking to the side.

Dilara pushed aside the leaves covering his paper, and he said: "The tide of alien beasts on N9 Desolate Star is not a threat. It is enough for the Lord of Desolate Star to go to these small fluctuations. Why should I go there myself?"

Tyrara cut off the leaves and waved her hand, and the leaf fell on the paper in front of Tyrara. "How can you know it's a small fluctuation if you don't take a look? Being cautious is the way to go."

"I see that it is the right thing to do to prevent you from escaping." Dirala could not help but shudder when she saw Terrala leaning against the table, squeezing all the papers on the table and falling, "Telaala, Sit upright."

Terrala reluctantly adjusted her sitting position, straightened her back, and continued to cut the leaves with the scissors, "You have the final say."

Di Lala stared at Terra La for a while. He stepped on the rope between Terra La's feet and suddenly asked: "Ter La La, you are quite normal today. Where are you?"

Terrala: "..."

Terrala put down the scissors in his hand. He turned back and smiled at Dila, "Uuwu, will you let me go if I do this?"

"What are you thinking about?" Dilara also laughed. He kicked off the rope and said happily, "Of course not."

Terrala: "..."

In the afternoon, Di Lala had nothing to do and played a game of chess with Terra La. In ancient times, there were no decent chess boards and chess pieces, so they drew their own lines in the forest to lay out the layout.

Terrala draws a circle, Dilala makes a small tick.

There wasn’t much room for thinking, but it rained all afternoon. Di Lala knew Terrala's thoughts very well. He would block Terrala's next move, forcibly expanding the entire chess surface by more than four or five times.

Terrala paused several times. He thought for a long time before continuing to draw circles on the ground with the branch.

Dilara did not hesitate. After Terrala finished drawing, he immediately put a check mark under his circle, blocking the path connected by Terrala's chess pieces.

Terrala sat next to the boulder on the shore, and time passed by, shrouding the dense patterns on the ground into the darkening sky.

He scanned the patterns on the ground again, threw away the branch in his hand, "Lost."

"It's normal to lose to me." Dirala clapped her hands, and he stood up and stretched his slightly sore body. "After all, you are eighteen. When you reach my level, you might be able to beat me." once."

Terrala put her hands on the boulder and raised her eyebrows when he heard this, "Really? When?"

"Hmph." Dirala looked at Terrala's figure, which was a bit thinner than him, and casually pressed his head, "While you were dreaming."

Terrala: "..."

When they left, they erased all the patterns and lines on the ground, leaving the entire ground flat and dusty, no different from before. There were swarms of strange beasts on the deserted star, and Dilara deliberately buried their potentially exposed auras.

Terrala spent the next few days lying flat in her room. Dilara flipped through the paper. After he saw the date emphatically marked on it, he suddenly asked Terrala: "Telarala, what gift do you want for your birthday?"

Terrala was lying on the bed with her legs crossed, flipping through ancient books. He said without thinking, "I want an umbrella. It will rain in the next few days."

Dilara nodded and said, "What you said makes sense. What color is it?"

Tyrara stopped turning the paper for a moment. He turned to look at Tyrara and said, "Do you want to give it to me?"

"Of course not, I was just asking." Dilara sneered, and after he finished speaking, he continued to look down at the information recorded on the paper.

Tyrara turned his head suspiciously. He continued to flip through a few ancient books in his hand, and heard Tyrara's voice again.

"what colour?"

Dilara did not look at Terrala. He sat upright on the chair with a serious expression like a statue.

Terrala laughed, raised his lips and said: "Big golden color."

Dilara nodded in understanding, and he wrote some words on the paper without speaking again.

The days from the 27th to the 29th were as normal as Dirala remembered. Nothing major happened. Every desert star was within a safe range, and no abnormalities occurred.

He specifically told Terrala on the night of the 29th, "Don't go out tomorrow, do you understand?"

Tyra shook the ropes on her hands and feet, "I'm like this, how can I get out?"

Dirala ignored the innocent look on Terrala's face. He sat next to Terrala and said, "I will untie it for you after tomorrow."

Terrala curled her eyes and smiled, "What about you? Can you go out tomorrow?"

Dilara's face showed a bit of arrogance, and he said: "I am the leader. If something big happens, I will naturally go out."

"Okay." Terrala wrapped herself in the quilt. He turned his back to Dilala and looked at the cracked wall. The smile in his voice gradually faded. "It will rain tomorrow, so remember to bring an umbrella."

Dilara naturally knew this. He turned off the light and lay on the bed. Before falling asleep, the scent that seemed to be real and fake seemed to be lingering on the tip of his nose again.

Dilara frowned, and he covered his mouth and nose, feeling a little tired from unknown origin...

When Tyrala woke up the next day, Terrala had already disappeared.

Dilara sat on the bed and felt dizzy for a while, then suddenly reached out and touched the sheets next to her. It was cold up there, and the cut ropes were thrown under the bed. Terrala had been gone for a long time.

Dilara suddenly woke up, put on his clothes, and rushed to the location of B24 Desolate Star with a clear purpose.

On September 24, a mutant species suddenly appeared on B Wild Star. Various parties determined that the threat level of the species was extremely high, and Terrala was temporarily sent to kill it.

This is an extremely clear thing in Dilara's memory. The sudden appearance of mutant species interrupted Terrala's birthday plans and almost caused him to disappear forever.

"The threat level of its species is extremely high, so Terrala is sent there."

Terrara's name is engraved on the highest stone tablet of the Zerg tribe. He symbolizes absolute strength and height, and is a role model for all male and even female Zerg tribes.

"...Just give it to the leader of Terrala."

"...The insects in front retreated, and Terrala went to support them."

"The Desolate Star is surrounded by dangers. Except for the leader of Terrala, no insect can take on this important task..."

"Terara, I leave everything to you."

Dilara was inexplicably disgusted. He flew over a large number of desolate stars, and when he approached the B24 desolate star, he heard a large amount of energy fluctuations erupting inside. Continuous explosions sounded frequently on the surface of the deserted star, and thick smoke rose straight into the sky.

Dilara flies in the sky. A fire broke out in the woods below, but the sky in the desert star was covered with clouds. Lightning flashed past, followed by rumbles of thunder.

It's going to rain.

A fierce look flashed in Dilara's eyes. He killed all the dense beasts in the sky, leaned over and flew toward the center of the fire.

The ground in the center of the dense forest shattered, forming a deep pit. The trees around the pit were half broken, but their branches were still neighing and burning.

Dilara saw Terrala at a glance.

Buried in piles of mutated corpses, his legs were completely broken, and he was climbing up like an evil ghost picking up the blood and dirt with his hands.

Dilara's figure stopped in mid-air. Looking at the slowly moving figure, his throat and heart felt the long-lost sting and unwillingness.

He fell in front of Terrala and his voice trembled, "...Terara."

The nails on Terrala's hands cracked. He heard the sound and looked up.

Dilara stood in front of him, and the sky behind him was filled with piles of dark clouds and thunder and lightning. With the same face as Tyrara, Tyrara was cleanly dressed, and her face was a bit mature and sharp but not stained with dust.

"It's you, why are you here?" Tyra opened the corner of his mouth. His white hair was stained with blood and dirt, and a large piece of the corner of his eye was cracked, and the blood could not stop flowing down.

Dirala's body froze for a few seconds before he squatted in front of Terrala. He wiped away all the ugliness on Terrala's face with his sleeves. His Adam's apple moved, and his eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes.

"You stupid thing, you'll die if I don't come. Are you so disobedient?" Dirala looked sinister when her face wrinkled. He kept wiping the dirt on Terrala, tearing off the corners of his clothes and scrawling Tie up his bleeding wounds.

Terrala narrowed her eyes in pain, looked up at the sky, and murmured: "I won't die... I can crawl back..."

He did crawl back. An insect dragged its broken legs out of the deep pit and crawled out. Its fingers were broken and unconscious, and it almost died on the road due to excessive blood loss.

Who can save him? Wu Chong saves him.

Who will save him? No need for insects to save him.

I save myself.

Terrala's breathing was so light that it was almost imperceptible. He raised his eyelids and looked at the sky, which was gray and lifeless. After several loud rumbling noises, light rain fell in a steady patter.

He leaned his face against Diara's neck, raindrops dripping from his thick eyelashes, "It's raining."

Dirala walked on the road carrying Terrala on his back. He stepped on the wet soil and did not speak.

Terrala laughed hoarsely, "Did you bring an umbrella?"