After passing through the book, I snatched the female villain

The rain from the sky became heavier and heavier, soaking all their clothes.

Tyrara felt the cold coming from outside. He turned his head and pressed his cheek against Tyrara's equally cold skin, "I'm carrying you, so I can't hold up the umbrella."

Terrala's consciousness gradually became blurred. He subconsciously hugged the body in front of him, and the temperature of his flesh and blood merged, allowing them both to get some warmth in the heavy rain in the future.

"There is no need to use an umbrella." Tyrara said softly with a stern look in his eyes, "Tellara, use me, I will be your umbrella."

"Wow..." Terrala heard the sound of rain penetrating in. He coughed and felt the taste of rust in his mouth, "Delala, it's a bit bitter."

He was talking incoherently, as if he was talking about the taste or complaining about something else.

Dilara lowered his head, his eyes turned red unconsciously, his Adam's apple moved but he did not speak.

"Go back...it's time to go back." Terrala's cracked eyes were forced to open and then closed tiredly, and finally slowly lost their voice amidst the increasingly fierce raindrops.

He passed out.

Dilara paused for a moment. He pulled Tyrara to his back and pushed him with unclear emotions, until he felt his weak breathing before continuing to move forward.

Go back and warm some medicine and apply it to the wound. After the bones in the legs were reshaped, nothing happened again after throwing away the crutches.

It's just a small disturbance, and it doesn't even need to alarm the insect mother.

Dilara especially hated Terrala's appearance. If he were the main insect, he would cry so loudly the moment he was seriously injured that the entire Zerg race would not live in peace with him.

However, he is just a derivative insect cell that is not as powerful as Terrala, and he cannot control too many things.

Tyrara wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves. He put down his hand and led Tyrara through the rainstorm and flew away from the Desolate Star.

Tyrara was unconscious for a while. Tyrara opened the secret compartment under the wardrobe and took out the gold-carved vial inside.

There wasn't much blood left in it, so Dilara gave Terrala a few drops to quickly repair most of the wounds on his body.

Terrala's face was flushed with heat, and Dilala touched his forehead. Terrala still had a low fever after being exposed to the rain. It took three or four hours after taking the medicine that the temperature slowly dropped.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Terrala woke up once midway. He turned over and pressed on Di Lala. His head was so heavy that Di Lala's chest hurt from the pressure.

Dilara didn't care either. Look at how much pain this fragile male of Terrala was in. He was crying even in his sleep.

He sighed and just put his arms around Terrala's back, pulling up the quilt to cover them both.

Terrala was resurrected with full blood after lying in bed for four or five days. His physical fitness was among the best among male insects. With the combination of blood and medicine, he could quickly recover as before without much effort.

Except for the difficulty in walking, Terrala had no other problems.

Tyrara gave her gift to him after he was able to get off the road. To Tyrara's surprise, it was a big golden umbrella.

Dilara used bamboo from the dense forest in the distance to make an umbrella frame, and attached a layer of paper covered with spiritual power to block the wind and rain outside. It's just that the color of big gold is difficult to prepare. Dilara grinded and mixed the colors of various plants to make shiny gold.

Tyrara was full of praise. He held an umbrella and walked under the sun, smiling so hard that the corners of his mouth were half wide open. "Wow, wow, wow, Tyrara, look, is it bright? Does it shine?"

The golden color enveloped his entire face, making his face under the umbrella bright and dazzling. Together with the one gold and one red pupils on both sides, they added a strange joy.

Dilara was very supportive of him, but he said in a long voice, "You are the brightest - you are the brightest -"

Terrala was not modest. He walked back and forth holding an umbrella for a few times, then turned over and jumped next to DilaLa, "Dilala, it's rare for a bug to give me a gift. When is your birthday? I will give you a gift too." "

Dilara's eyes were narrowed by the light on the golden umbrella. He said slowly: "I am you. Your birthday and mine are the same. You missed it."

Terrala leaned close to Dilala. His umbrella hung down, casting half a shadow, "Really? Are you and I on the same date? That's a pity."

Dilara's thin eyelids were raised, he supported the boulder with his arm, and carefully looked at Tyrala's current face - it was a bit green, and indeed he looked young.

"Telara, I am not the same as you, then when was I?" Tyrara asked.

"I don't know." Terra raised her lips, and he stood up and stretched, "I don't know anything."

After saying that, he jumped off the boulder and walked to the river bank holding an umbrella.

Dilara watched him walk away, and the sense of disobedience in her heart rose again. Everything in this world seems to have remained unchanged, at least the plot is still developing as before. The only things that have changed are Terrara... and Dirala herself.

They separated, and Terrala stayed at a seemingly very young age.

Did Terrala create all this to stay young forever?

The more Di LaLa thought about it, the weirder it got. He suddenly heard a loud noise in the river. He looked up and saw Di LaLa running around again chasing a strange beast that was passing by innocently.

Dilara snorted, and he muttered: "It's really unbearable."

The days that followed were uneventful. Except for something that Dilara was most worried about but had already happened, only the final outcome left him uneasy.

Time is passing quickly in this world. The first few days were still carried out according to the basic rules, but the rest of the time flew by at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Diara saw Terrala changing clothes one after another, and the lines on her face gradually became colder and sharper.

But his size and figure have not changed. Dilara touched his body every night and found that except for his face, the rest of the body was still eighteen years old.

What a shame. Dilara was very proud of himself. His body had not changed, and his physical fitness was perfectly at the level of Tyrara.

Terrala obviously also noticed these differences. He asked Dilala in confusion, "Am I not the same as you? Why do I still look like this after so many years?"

Dilara supported her chin and pushed the milk on the table to him. He pretended to be reserved and smiled and said: "Telala, drink more milk. If you drink more, you will grow taller."

Terrala raised her eyes and looked at him, "Did you drink milk before?"

"Yes." Dilara lied without any psychological burden. He lifted up his shirt and exposed his muscular abdomen that had not been exercised much. "Did you see? This is the result of my drinking."

Terrala glanced at him wordlessly. He hesitated for a few seconds and finally drank the glass of milk on the table.

"You'd better tell the truth." Terrala looked at him closely.

Dilara didn't seem to hear anything. He turned around and pulled down his clothes.

Everything in this small world is changing rapidly. Dilara became more and more sleepy as he went to the back. All kinds of chaotic sounds flashed past his ears, and the fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose seemed to become lighter and inaudible with the changes.