Chapter 749: First, Set a Small Goal

"Wake up."

"Huh? Ah?"

Xiao Yaxuan, startled awake, reached up to remove the baseball cap covering her face. Her sleepy gaze turned toward the car window, where Zhou Yi stood with a helpless expression: "You're this tired, yet you still told me you were coming to pick me up?"

"The formalities still need to be observed; it's at least a show of support for you."

Rubbing her waist from sitting too long, she winced and shifted her bottom to the side, making room for him: "For now..."

"I'll sleep on the inside; you're more used to sleeping on the outside." She moved to the inner side without waiting for his reply.

No matter how many messages she sent to Jian Mofan, he never replied. She had been sending them every day these past few days, yet he hadn't returned a single one.

"This old servant is ignorant and my vision is shallow. I shall go down immediately to change into my court robes and then come to pay homage to His Majesty." Wei Zhongxian bowed his head once more.

Looking at the remaining matches, aside from Bournemouth, Sunderland might put up a fight; as for Manchester City, Chelsea, Southampton, or Liverpool, Middlesbrough was destined only to lose.

"Nanny Zhou, step down and take good care of Wu'er to make up for your fault," An Fei said coldly to Nanny Zhou.

"Does your hand still hurt?" He lifted Qidié's hand with affection and asked softly. In his deep, tender expression lay a faint trace of pain. Qidié withdrew her hand and sighed inwardly: How deep is this person's cunning?

Seeing everyone's pained expressions, Qi Yuhang stopped her from continuing to remove her clothes, while Ling Mufeng hurriedly took off his outer robe and draped it over Qidié's body.

Every year during Qingming, Zhang Chong would take Zhang Ying and his disciples back to the country to visit relatives and sweep graves; Zhang Zhétian would return as well. But this year, after transferring to Arsenal and becoming a professional player, he would probably only be able to bless his loved ones in his heart every year from now on.

"You have your older brother and sister-in-law, your close relatives—a whole big family, so lively and bustling." The youth's face was filled with envy.

Regaining his composure, Sánchez quickly turned to look around himself, searching for the path he was about to break through.

The temperature dropped at night, but fortunately the items bought at the outdoor gear store were complete: thick jackets, insect repellent, camping stoves, everything was ready.

With such a large-scale battle and so many eyewitnesses on the scene, it seems there can be no doubt about its authenticity.

Liu Weiming leaned his long halberd against the door, took off his eight-petaled helmet and placed it on the ground, then scratched the back of his head as he walked over. Seeing Zhu Pingjin's calm expression, he sat down without ceremony.

This scene made Xiao Bohan feel as if he had returned to his youth. On every such night, several friends would gather under the night sky, expressing the poetic sentiments filling their hearts. Looking back now, those times seemed very childish, yet it was precisely that childishness of the past that shaped his character and ideals today.

Before this treacherous plank road, they could do very little; to pass through this plank road smoothly would require countless lives as the price—this inevitably reminded them of the revolutionary veterans facing the Luding Bridge.

"Let me remind you: how did we first learn that this was the tomb of King Zhou?" Monroe Tang said, squinting.

Xia Ya scratched his head, feigning a headache, while the others' expressions toward Reynolds instantly changed, showing both admiration and pity.

After a night passed, following a calm apology, Reynolds entered the "living room" of the Machine God Space in a flash of light and began preparing the equipment needed to enter the universe.

The second son, Zhang Changgui, had two sons at home: Da Niuzi and Er Niuzi, both already of the age to be main laborers in the fields. So upon hearing his second brother say this, Zhang Changming simply nodded and said nothing more.

This was also the reason Li Xiang forgave them. Everyone has their own aspirations; Li Xiang never thought he could satisfy everyone's needs. When your conditions cannot meet others' desires, letting go and parting ways amicably is the most appropriate course of action.

"Master Zhuang is far too polite. This time you have truly done us of Qishui Town a great favor; I am deeply grateful." Unexpectedly, the famous Divine Sword Manor in the Jianghu had not only prepared everything he needed but had also treated him with such courtesy; Zhao Shuang was truly overwhelmed by the honor.