Siheyuan: I live next door to Xu Damao, my last name is Cao

Yi Zhonghai stood there like a sculpture, motionless, only his chest rose and fell violently like waves in a strong wind.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the courage in the world into his body.

However, even so, it was difficult to completely suppress the feeling of pity surging in my heart.

His eyes were fixed on the stick in front of him, and his eyes were filled with endless entanglement and pain.

Those eyes were like two blazing flames, moving back and forth on Bang Geng's thin body.

From the depths of his eyes as he looked at Bang Geng, one could clearly see a sense of urgency to save people, as if time was so tight that every second counted.

But at the same time, there is a deep pity for the poor child who is about to endure great pain.

Yi Zhonghai knew very well that the bowl of golden juice in front of him gave off a disgusting and unbearable stench.

But at this moment, it is the only hope to save the life of the stick terrier.

Thinking of this, his originally stable and powerful hands began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, as if what he was holding in his hands was not an ordinary bowl of liquid, but an extremely heavy mountain.

Although the pungent stench filled the air, making the surrounding air extremely thick and suffocating, Yi Zhonghai did not have the slightest intention of retreating.

He moved his feet with difficulty, staggering closer and closer to the stick.

Every step I took felt like a heavy burden was pressing on my legs, and my steps seemed particularly heavy and slow, as if my legs were filled with lead.

During this difficult process, Yi Zhonghai kept repeating in his heart: "In order to save this child, I must do this no matter what! I must persevere..."

With every small step he took, he would silently cheer himself on in his heart, trying his best to dispel the feeling of reluctance that followed him like a shadow.

At this moment, Bang Geng was already swallowed up by endless fear. The despair of being in a desperate situation made his eyes full of fear and resistance.

His eyes, which were not very big to begin with, were now as round as copper bells, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to fall out of their sockets.

He stared at the bowl of foul-smelling golden juice in Yi Zhonghai's hand without blinking, as if it was not an ordinary bowl.

Rather, it is a terrifying monster from the depths of hell that is capable of destroying everything.

Banggeng's dry lips kept opening and closing, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Don't come over here! Don't ever come near me with that thing!"

His voice was shaking violently due to extreme fear and uncontrollable anger, and there was even a hint of crying in it.

This miserable cry kept echoing in this slightly noisy courtyard, like the wail of a night owl, every sound was unmistakable and creepy.

Every word he said revealed his deep fear of the unknown pain that was about to come.

As Yi Zhonghai's footsteps gradually approached, Banggeng's resistance became more and more fierce.

I saw his thin and short body twisting wildly on the ground, like a small fish trapped in a fishing net, trying his best to break free and regain his freedom.

Every muscle in his body was tense, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength into this final struggle.

Banggeng's legs were kicking wildly like pounding garlic, one after another, with such force that the originally flat soil beneath him was kicked into splatter, making a mess.

At the same time, his two hands were waving wildly in the air, causing gusts of whistling wind, in an attempt to stop the bowl of terrifying golden juice that was approaching him step by step.

His movements were completely random, and every struggle was filled with desperate determination. He screamed, "You are trying to harm me, I would rather die than drink!"

The voice became hoarse due to anger and fear, and echoed in the yard with a crying tone.

The people around couldn't help but feel pity for the child, and they shook their heads and sighed at the child's pitifulness and stubbornness.

Yi Zhonghai was a little overwhelmed by Banggeng's fierce resistance. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and each bead of sweat flashed with his inner anxiety and helplessness.

He really couldn't bear to force him to drink the golden juice. Seeing Banggeng resisting so much, his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand and it hurt so much.

But Yi Zhonghai also knew that if he didn't do this, Bang Geng's life would be in danger.

Faced with this dilemma, his inner torment reached its peak.

In desperation, he could only ask Xu Damao for help, with a hint of pleading in his voice: "Da Mao, come and help me hold him down. If this continues, Bang Geng will be in danger!"

The helplessness in that voice moved Xu Damao.

When Xu Damao heard this, he suddenly felt an irrepressible feeling of disgust.

The originally calm face was instantly filled with disgust, as if it had just smelled something disgusting.

His brows were tightly knitted together, and there looked like a deep "Chuan" character engraved on his forehead.

His nose wrinkled involuntarily out of extreme disgust, as if he wanted to squeeze out all the displeasure.

The corner of his mouth was like a flag blown by a strong wind, and it was curled downwards, forming a deep arc.

At this time, Xu Damao had already begun to curse in his heart: "Why did this damn bad luck happen to me? It's so unlucky and so annoying!"

Although he was extremely reluctant in his heart, for some reason, he was too embarrassed to directly refuse the other party.

However, at this moment, when Xu Damao inadvertently caught a glimpse of Banggeng's face full of anger and resistance.

Like lightning flashing across the night sky, his mind suddenly flashed with scenes and images of Banggeng being disrespectful to him time and time again.

You know, Xu Damao is the kind of person who is always known for his revenge!

When he thought of this, his originally slightly hesitant heart immediately became firm.

At the same time, a strong desire for revenge surged into my mind like a tide and quickly spread throughout my heart.

"Hehe, you ignorant little bastard, you've always been a problem with me before! Now you've finally fallen into my hands! I'm going to teach you a lesson today, and let you have a taste of being bullied!"

While Xu Damao was thinking viciously in his heart, he clenched his teeth, hardened his head, pinched his nose, put on an extremely disgusted expression, and slowly approached Bang Geng.

At the same time, his calculating head was not idle.

He was quickly thinking about what method he should use to "deal with" this little guy in front of him who had caused him a lot of trouble.

As soon as I got closer, a strong stench hit me in the face.

The smell was mixed with the pungent scent of gold juice in Yi Zhonghai's hand.

There was also the sour and stinking smell coming from Bang Geng's body due to vomiting and weakness, which attacked Xu Damao like a surging tide.

Xu Damao suddenly felt dizzy, his stomach was churning, stomach acid was rising, and he almost vomited.

He subconsciously took a step back, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, tried to adjust his state, endured the discomfort, and moved forward again.

He thought to himself that he couldn't just let himself be defeated by the stench and he had to make Banggeng suffer.

Xu Damao stretched out his hands, one hand pressed down on Bang Geng's shoulder, the other hand tightly grasped Bang Geng's flailing arms, muttering, "This kid is quite strong."

In fact, he secretly used more strength, deliberately pressing the stick until it hurt.

After being pinned down by Xu Damao, Bang Geng became even angrier. He turned his head and glared at Xu Damao viciously. The anger in his eyes seemed to ignite Xu Damao, and he cursed, "Xu Damao, you eunuch who will end your family lineage, let me go! You helped them to harm me, and I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

This vicious curse made Xu Damao even angrier.

Hearing this, Xu Damao's anger suddenly rose up, his face turned red instantly, and the veins on his forehead bulged like angry little snakes.

He increased the strength in his hands and thought to himself, "You are such a stubborn idiot. You are still stubborn even at this time. Today I will make you eat this shit!"

There was a ferocity in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat the stick alive.

Taking this opportunity, Yi Zhonghai quickly moved closer to Bang Geng, holding the bowl steadily in one hand and trying to pry open Bang Geng's tightly closed mouth with the other hand.

He coaxed her softly, trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible: "Banggeng, be obedient, drink this and you will get better. Uncle is saving you, just hold on a little longer."

But Bang Geng didn't listen at all. He kept his mouth tightly shut, his teeth clattering, and he shook his head desperately. The veins on his neck were bulging, and he kept cursing: "Yi Zhonghai, you old man with no money left, you are all bad people. I won't drink it. This thing is poison. You want to kill me!"

Those evil words were like sharp blades, piercing Yi Zhonghai's heart.

Yi Zhonghai felt angry when he heard Banggeng's vicious curses, and his face turned pale and red.

He thought to himself: "I worked so hard to save you, how could you say such a thing!"

But seeing so many people around him watching, he couldn't lose his temper, so he could only suppress his anger and continue to persuade patiently: "Bang Geng, uncle is really doing this for your own good, please stop making trouble."

There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but also a hint of expectation, hoping that Banggeng could understand his painstaking efforts.

Xu Damao held down Bang Geng's twisting body tightly with both hands, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid from his forehead and flowed down his cheeks.

He gasped and said, "Bang Geng, please stop making trouble! I am doing this entirely for your own good. If you don't drink the medicine, you may even lose your life!"

However, despite Xu Damao's earnest persuasion, Banggeng had no intention of listening and instead struggled even more violently.

Banggeng's body was like a slippery loach, twisting left and right, trying his best to break free from Xu Damao's suppression.

His legs were like springs, kicking hard non-stop, each kick filled with strength and unwillingness.

Xu Damao felt as if the person he was holding in his hands was not a child, but an extremely ferocious beast, which would easily break free if he was not careful.

Seeing this, Yi Zhonghai rushed forward to help. He stretched out his strong arms, hugged Banggeng's waist tightly, and worked together with Xu Damao to subdue this stubborn child.

But Banggeng's resistance was so strong that even with all their efforts, the two of them could only barely control him.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai and Xu Damao were already exhausted and out of breath. Their chests were whirring like bellows, and their foreheads were covered with sweat. Crystal clear beads of sweat rolled down their cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and disappeared in an instant.

And what about Bang Geng?

At this moment, his originally handsome face turned red because of extreme anger, like a ripe apple.