Greed is part of human nature, but also part of animal nature. Children and beasts are selfish and greedy from birth. The cultivation of patience is related to acquired experience.

At the age of six, when he remembered his first foose of drinking a red stew, he was burned to tears and died, and the precocious Diego Mussolini understood the importance of patience.

At the age of ten, the couple who had eloped with Diego, an illegitimate daughter for many years, were finally discovered by Mussolini's trackers. Her parents were then taken away and disappeared. And she also understands that giving herself the masculine name "Diego" and raising herself as a boy are all small means taken by her parents to avoid the family's investigation.

As the daughter of a woman of the clan and a slave, the most symbolic product of the family's disgrace, Diego was brought back to the family. There, she was treated as a lowly slave and even the lowliest domestic animal. In order to survive, the little girl soon honed the terrifying patience of a she-wolf and unleashed the greed that had been suppressed under the moral education of modern civilization.

She lives as humble as a bedbug, relying on tenacity, patience with harsh conditions and an insatiable greed for all things food. She will twist every crumb of bread on the floor and lick/clean every grease stain on the plate. When she was in her teenage years, she was so greedy that she didn't spare even termites in the wooden beams and rats in the kitchen! Patience and greed, this is the credo of Diego Mussolini's survival as a slave and even a domestic animal!

In the winter of eighteen, the perennially malnourished lean figure could not hide the natural beauty of Diego Mussolini, and soon she fell into the sight of the perverted butler. The butler casually found an excuse to punish her for not being allowed to eat for three days, and the hungry Diego couldn't find any other food in the winter, so he had to take the risk of stealing food from the storage room.

However, the perverted butler has been waiting for the rabbit for a long time. When Diego shoves a piece of cheese into his mouth, he suddenly appears and uses this as a threat, raping Diego. After the incident, Diego Mussolini didn't look at the bloodstains under him, and only said that he wanted to eat well once. The cool, contented housekeeper agreed.

So, in the well-fed storage room, in the steward's gaze was first disdainful, then astonished, and finally horrified. Diego Mussolini greedily eats hase until he vomits, then he eats and vomits, and vomits and eats again (not in vitro rumination like a cup for two women, please don't get me wrong). When she vomited for the thirteenth time, spit out bloody food scraps, and stuffed a piece of fragrant bacon in her hand, the butler, who was a Ming Mind Realm cultivator, finally couldn't help but vomit.

Diego Mussolini was later diagnosed with binge eating disorder, and at the same time was found to have condensed "greedy" idealism......

Since greed, one of the two great qualities of existence, has become his own heart, then according to his invincible survival creed, Diego Mussolini only needs to control himself and become more patient, so that he can live to the end and live the best life, and have a chance to achieve his long-cherished wish.

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The Komodo dragon seems to be trying to prey on buffalo weighing at least five times its own weight during the food scarcity season!

The cunning Komodo dragon initially took only a light bite, sometimes merely bruising the buffalo's ankle, leaving an inconspicuous wound. For the next few days, the Komodo dragon would tail the wounded buffalo in the shadow, silently and patiently, watching the buffalo slowly fall into the abyss of death. Due to the septic bacteria in the saliva of the Komodo dragon, as well as the deadly bacteria, the buffalo's wounds did not heal and bled profusely. It is usually not until three days later that the buffalo dies of pain due to sepsis and other complications!

Diego Mussolini is now like a Komodo dragon following the buffalo in the footsteps! The cold-blooded creature looked at the red liquid slowly dripping from the slender fingertips of the buffalo Sino-Julius, and still patiently licked/licked/licked the tiger claw knife even though it was so clean that there was no trace of blood on it.

The only thing that made her unhappy was that the Ice Queen Snow-Julius still had that cold expression, as if bleeding from her arm was as accustomed to her aunt as she was here. If the Komodo dragon saw the buffalo that had been bitten by him and whose life should have entered the countdown still calmly eating grass, drinking, rubbing skin and even mating/mating, it would probably be as uncomfortable as Diego Mussolini's heart grows grass.

So Diego spoke viciously, half tentatively and half provocatively: "No matter how much you pretend to be calm, Miss Ben's tiger claw knife is smeared with anticoagulants. As long as you are hurt by it, you will be like a great aunt who comes once a month and continues for a month, bleeding endlessly!"

"Coming to my aunt like that is against the laws of biological reproduction, and you should re-study biology. However, Snow-Julius, who had lost blood to the point of turning a little pale, answered her seriously, and even gave seemingly pertinent advice.

Diego Mussolini was preoccupied with how to survive from the age of 10 to 18, and he barely received a formal education! So it's been two years since she came to the Marshalles headquarters, and she has never received a penny scholarship. In fact, it's good that this guy can make up for too much of the foundation in the past two years.

Therefore, the suggestion of making up the class is purely which pot is not opened and which pot is not opened, which makes Miss Diego, who is at the end of the crane in her 20,000-year-old year, quite annoyed as if she has been betrayed by the scale. She immediately retorted, "It would not be surprising for a person like you to bleed a few more days a month because of hemorrhoids! Even now, the smell of Tabasco chili sauce on your body is heavier than the fox smell on Zad's reckless man, and Miss Ben is choking on tears!"

Hearing this, Sino-Julius's expressionless face narrowed slightly, and in less than half a second, he returned to the state of Gujing without waves. But this moment fell into the eyes of the alert Diego Mussolini.

"Wait......" Diego sniffled, then said in a deep voice, "The taste of this hot sauce is too strong, even if you just ate it at noon, it won't taste so strong." It's like taking a bath with hot sauce!" "Eighty percent of this guy is a dog."

"Oh?" Sirino raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and said expectantly, "Hot sauce bath...... Sounds good!"

"Don't think about it seriously! bathing with hot sauce doesn't kill you B!" Diego Mussolini couldn't hold back for a moment when he heard this, and spat out very vulgarly. Then she immediately realized that the topic was almost diverted by Snow, and immediately asked, "Don't play stupid!Answer me!Why do you smell so hot!" and said people like those she-cats in the spring who exude pheromones all over their bodies.

Seeing that he couldn't get around, Sino replied casually, "It's just that I burned some sulfur and hot sauce to drive away the snakes." ”

"Is it~this~what~?" Diego Mussolini asked, narrowing his eyes and elongating his tone, staring at Snow's flawless poker face. Then, without waiting for Snow to answer, she suddenly straightened up from the branch and shouted, "Lie!"

"The sulphur smell on your body is not at all as strong as the hot sauce!, what are you hiding!?" asked Diego with angry eyes as he jumped off the tree. At this moment, she already sensed that something was wrong, and she was not going to wait any longer.

"The name of the leopard is well deserved by this ridiculously strong sense of smell. Ice Queen Snow said indifferently in approval, "However, it's too late!"

As he spoke, Snow raised his injured right arm, and when Diego looked closer, he realized that the terrible wound was no longer bleeding, and the blood around him had dried up. In a humid rainforest, this means that the blood has stopped flowing ten minutes ago. In other words, her wound had stopped bleeding ten minutes earlier!

"How is that possible! You've been bleeding until now, let alone the anticoagulant on the blade!" Diego Mussolini screamed in disbelief.

In a formulaic tone, Snow explains, "One of the primary mental effects of calming the original mind: being quiet as a virgin. Lay dormant to maximize energy conservation and speed up wound healing and energy recovery. As for the anticoagulant you mentioned, it has been washed away by the initial blood. ”

"Then what I just saw was ......" Hearing this, Diego Mussolini realized something, suddenly looked at the blood on the ground and asked, "Hot sauce!?"

"That's right. But there is a slight deviation. Calmly, Snow pulled out an empty bottle of Tabasco hot sauce from under her armpit, which had been taken to repel the snake earlier, but there was still some chili oil left. "Thirteen minutes and twenty-six seconds ago, the red liquid you saw dripping from my fingertips was chili oil. ”

She had hidden the bottle under her armpit before, (and she wasn't afraid that her armpit would smell!) and then let the chili oil slowly flow down the other side of her arm, disguised as a drop of blood. (I'm not afraid of chili oil flowing into the wound!)

"So now. I'm back to my best. Ice Queen Snow said, staring at Diego Mussolini, who was trembling slightly with her head down, her face shaking, and then silently touching her hands to the weapon wallet at the side of her legs......

"How dare you...... How dare you tease Miss Ben with a mere chili oil!" gritted teeth, a voice squeezed out of Diego's mouth. She slowly raised her head, revealing a large mouth of blood and an extremely hideous expression like a demon! The cruel words full of bloody smell were read out of her bright red lips again: "If I don't kill you and make bacon, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

Snow still had that angry and cold expression, and persuaded seriously: "The temperature and humidity here are not suitable for making bacon, and you don't have enough ingredients, it will spoil." Let's do it another way. ”

"Hehe! How dare you say it!" Diego Mussolini laughed angrily, "Miss Ben said that you are bacon!!"

["Actually, I prefer chili stir-fried meat to bacon. —Sino-Julius]