Chapter 11: Procrastination’s Snowy Secret

Chapter 11 – Procrastination – The Secret of the Snow
The bitter cold of spring in the northern part of the Old Continent remained, and a mere burst of dark clouds drifted by before snow fell again, covering up the traces of the forest clash a few days ago.

Only that mound that had been transformed into a battlefield was a bit odd.

The snowflakes often melted quickly just after they had fallen.

And this abnormal phenomenon was still radiating to the surrounding area at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few days, it gradually became a stream, flowing and converging into a natural hot spring with hot air.

What no one knows is that a red dragon hiding under the ground is the source of its heat.

As David fell into a deep sleep, the dragon’s power was restrained, and this hot spring attracted a lot of rhesus monkeys, brown bears and other animals that like warmth but are bold to come to linger.

Just David is afraid how will not think, he obviously ate eight dead fat in a row, the result is only a few days later, his body type has become the original, more have continued to die of signs of thinness.

The stomach is even beginning to rumble noisily to go to work, open a new day of 007.

If it was any other fledgling dragon, such as a white fledgling dragon.

Through this feast to hoard enough fat, afraid to be able to hibernate directly from the beginning of spring this year to the beginning of spring next year, and then climbed up and licked two mouths of moss on the iron ore at the entrance of the nest to continue to live to the beginning of spring the year after next, until live to the five-year period has arrived to formally enter the juvenile stage of the mother dragon and began to spring, and will be kicked out of the nest to open the meat alone.

If David, who has already begun to show signs of awakening due to hunger, has the time to flip through the dragon’s inheritance, which is no different from a brand new factory, he will most likely be able to realize that he is probably sick.
He is probably sick.

And also very sick.

病名为饿饿饿饿，不是，病名——无尽暴食。

It presents symptoms similar to human hyperthyroidism and can be triggered by a particular binge.

However, because the species is not even on the same level as endocrine imbalance, dragons suffering from bulimia tend to show extreme appetite and become unusually manic.

Most of the affected dragons die young due to the exhaustion of hunting and near-endless battles, and since most of them are located in remote wildernesses, their impact is limited.
However, there are always exceptions.

A quick look at the history books of the Old World will often reveal traces of this mobile plague.

And they are, almost without surprise, red dragons.

There is an anger directly angry for hundreds of years, directly on the spot incarnation of spray, from the material plane along the river Styx all the way to the Bato hell and then sprayed on the battlefield of the blood war, if you can give the opening of a portal to connect the upper realm, but also can jump on the seven hills of heaven and sprayed two more mouths;
There are also from then on to become a fat house, sunk to the bottom of the volcanic magma pool, the result of eating all the way through the strata of the earth to the dark region, to the younger brothers in the ground to perform a meteorite skyfall.

But again, without exception, the initial stage of Endless Overeating is characterized by endless hunger.

Often driven by this hunger, they will not stop hunting in order to satisfy their voracious stomachs that never seem to be satisfied or at peace.

While gnawing on rocks can also sustain vital signs, it cannot sustain the body’s thirst for various substances such as protein.

Much less could it fill the hunger that consumed the heart of the dragon.

That’s why it’s rare for any dragon to get sick and then just sit on the ground and starve to death.

Even as a five-colored old end of the white dragon hungry also know to cut through the ice to catch a few fish to fill the stomach.

And I don’t know if it’s because he has already experienced that kind of ‘next second will starve to death’ state of the Hungry Ghost Path, at this moment already in the state of half-asleep and half-awake, David has already chewed up the same jewelry hanging around his neck as sugar pills, but he actually feels that the current level of hunger is .
It seems to be just like this.

David said that he could still continue to sleep for a while.

Immediately, just like the Ragdoll cat in the cat cafe who didn’t want to get up from the cat’s claw board when it was time to go to the clock again, his two powerful hind limbs kicked his own chin a dozen times in a row, and just like a training target under a professional boxer, his head was tilted with constant trembling, and he succeeded in renewing his previous beautiful dream.

In that dream, there was no worry about the future, no pressure from KPIs, no trouble with interpersonal relationships, and no sorrow from loneliness.

There was only the evening breeze that gently brushed my cheeks, and the bright and warm sunshine.

In front of him are no longer the countless divergent but ultimately intersecting tracks.

Instead, it was a boundless wilderness.

A boundless firmament.

And the even more vast and brilliant starry sky.

Davey smacked his lips and switched positions again, his body arching as he tucked his tail into his mouth and barfed and sucked on it. Sometimes he couldn’t resist biting his upper teeth, and then he hurriedly licked it twice as if it hurt.

And so on and so forth.

Like a shrimp that has been completely flattened in the steamer.

It would be wonderful with a marinated quail egg in your arms.

Of course, that can only be in a dream.

He, on the other hand, slept soundly.

No matter how much the hunger and intestines rolled around in his stomach in protest at three hundred and sixty-five degrees, he still slept with a loud snore.

I don’t know how long it took, but the greedy intestines seemed to have gone overboard with hunger and settled down.

And because of the loss of the continuous stimulation of food, the gastric stuffing gland also stopped secreting.

This Gargoyle disease, which had caused countless tragedies and natural disasters due to overeating, was cured.
He was cured.

It turned out that as long as the endless bulimia could survive the initial starvation, which was enough to drive the dragon crazy, it could be corrected by the strong immune system of the dragon itself.

Even though, this is probably a genetic problem involving the DNA level.

It was a pity that he, who was immersed in a beautiful dream, most likely wouldn’t have the chance to know.

As for the secret about the pathology of the gargoyles, it was likely that it would not be revealed until endocrinology medicine was established in a systematic manner by other races a number of years later.

Or perhaps it would remain buried in this foreign world with gods and magic.

There will always be dragons suffering from endless bulimia, driven by hunger to join the never-ending burning expedition.

Of course, even if David knew about it, he probably wouldn’t have the interest to go around proclaiming it without much effort.

After all, dragons and dragons, in addition to the group of silver dragons seem to have seemingly inexhaustible to overflow on the spot justice and friendliness, the rest of the disease will only laugh at him silly, really got sick, just face to face is estimated to be able to see him as a home delivery on the spot a bite bite to chew over.

Unless the king of the north wind can have mercy on all beings, give him a ‘curse’.

Otherwise, it is better to let the truth, in his stomach to continue to hide for a while.

While his condition was hardened by the procrastination that he had not been able to quit even after traveling across the world, a bizarre scene appeared in the hot spring above him:
Countless macaque monkeys and brown bears that had only come to drink water were actually taking a bath in a pool without any problems.

And each time the time, more and more long.

Their movements became more and more lazy.

Slowly, they were even too lazy to get up.

In this ‘natural’, crimson residue-based hot spring in the forest, they completely flattened out.

Until their hungry bellies dried up and their mouths salivated.

In the end, they simply skipped even breathing.

One by one, with a satisfied smile on their face, this is fixed.

If it was according to the past pattern, the corpses would soon stink, attracting flies and vultures.

But I don’t know if the cellular level of decomposition enzymes and bacteria all went on strike together.

The chemical process that should have produced large amounts of hydrogen sulfide, ammonia, methane and amines… Processes.
And. Together, they stopped. zhile
“Power – Idle.

For a moment, the world, with him.

Together with him.

(End of chapter)