Ten minutes later, Huang Xiaolong had already run to the door of his cousin's house.

"Cousin, help me, I was almost beaten to death by my dad..."

"Boom boom boom."

Huang Xiaolong used up almost all his strength before he managed to knock on the door.

After a moment, the door slowly opened.

"Cousin, I..."

Huang Xiaolong was about to cry, but he found that his cousin seemed even weaker than him.

"Cousin, you...what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, come in yesterday first."

The cousin shook his head, turned around and took Huang Xiaolong into the room, and asked:

"Did your father whip you again?"

"yes!"

Seeing that his cousin was fine, Huang Xiaolong began to explain what happened:

"Cousin, you don't know, my dad was really unreasonable this time. Yesterday I posted a video on TikTok..."

“…”

"This matter... is indeed what you did wrong."

After listening to Huang Xiaolong's description, his cousin frowned slightly, but did not blame him. Instead, he comforted him:

"It's okay. Even if Brother Sangzang really pays attention to you, I am sure that you and the villagers will be safe."

Huang Xiaolong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Cousin, does this mean that I will never be able to have a feast in this life?"

"Forehead……"

Hearing this, the corners of my cousin's mouth twitched slightly.

My dear brother, how attractive is this seat to you?

Isn't it just a normal meal?

Have you never had a good meal?

In front of your brother, you are crazy about supporting Brother Funeral. You really don't give him any face at all.

My cousin has some real problems here, and they are incurable.

"Xiaolong, you don't have to eat this meal..."

Although he thought so in his heart, my cousin did not say it out loud.

"Cousin, I think what you said makes sense. Good things are worth waiting for. Sooner or later, I will be able to have a good meal in the village."

Xiao Huang thought it made sense and was about to say something when he suddenly noticed three oil lamps lit on his cousin's table. He asked curiously:

"Cousin, what is this?"

"You didn't get enough rest last night, so you just tinkered with this thing?"

"That's about right." The cousin nodded and asked, "Take off your father's clothes so I can see if the injury is serious."

“It’s serious!”

Huang Xiaolong said as he took off his clothes: "Cousin, please apply your ancestral medicine on me. It hurts so much."

"Golden medicine for wounds..."

My cousin was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Are you unable to resist at all?"

"Cousin, I really can't bear it anymore. It will hurt me to death if I continue!" Huang Xiaolong said with a painful look on his face.

"Well...Okay, wait for me to get the medicine."

After a brief thought, the cousin agreed to Huang Xiaolong's request and turned to walk into the inner room.

However, when passing by the table, my cousin blew out the three oil lamps.

Of course he felt a little distressed that his cousin was beaten like this.

But now that his physical strength is exhausted, the three guys in northern Myanmar are really unable to continue to maintain it.

If this continues, my cousin will probably have to endure for ten days or half a month before he can get out of bed.

It’s strange to say, I don’t know where these three people were. If I hadn’t fought hard, I would have died eight hundred times already.

In fact, he had already thought about giving up, but his cousin happened to come over today, so he gave up decisively.

He can still clearly distinguish between family members and outsiders.

After the three lamps were blown out, my cousin suddenly became energetic and his previous weakness was completely gone.

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong seemed to have discovered something incredible and shouted, "Cousin, did you vomit blood today?"