You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

78 to 60

The Pistons trailed by 18 points.

"You just played terrible."

In the fourth quarter, the ball is in the hands of the bull who won the opening ball.

Before the opponent attacked, Hill said to Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen did not return, saying: "Rotten is not enough to describe my performance, we all played badly."

"Yes, we suck." Hill came to his side.

This time, he will not hide behind Mo Mengchen.

He wants to stand by his side.

"Some people can't stand on the stage where we live, we have to cherish it." Hill said loudly, "We can still redeem ourselves, this is not our fate, we have a game time to let history remember us Looks like."

In three words, the opponent is here.

The Pistons haven't given up, and the Bulls won't stop attacking.

Jordan first helped Pippen cover, and then cut out to the high position alone, catching a jumper.

80 to 60

Wharton said aloud: "You can declare the game over, ladies and gentlemen!"

"The difference of 20 points. Since 1988, the Bulls have never lost a 20-point lead!"

Mo Mengchen ran to the front court, raised his left index finger, and swayed left and right.

The Bulls have studied the tactical gestures of the Pistons. They can distinguish the tactical gestures of the Pistons 80 for the first time, but this gesture, they have never seen it, nor do they know what it means.

Seeing this gesture, Mo Mengchen's teammates began to retreat.

There is no other meaning.

If you have to say something, then the meaning of this gesture is that you don’t have to do anything.

Give us the game.

we.

Hill ran out to get the ball, he lifted it to the top of his head, and Pippen guarded his breakthrough, because his three-pointer didn't need to be guarded at all.

Pippen did not put Hill three meters like everyone else. First, it was unnecessary. Second, he had full confidence in his defense. Third, he believed that the Pistons had collapsed.

Now it's just struggling.

"How will history remember this game?"

Hill muttered to himself, he took the ball, turned and attached to Pippen, flicked to the right, shook off Pippen's attention, when he deceived the focus of the defensive, Devil Mountain stood up, and simply took Pippen's body from She was thrown away.

The road ahead is big, Devil Mountain dribble rushes forward, Langley also wants to stop, Australia’s big mountain has a good sense of assist defense, because of the height of 218 cm, his air defense ability is also good, but his height is destined to be not agile .

Hill came to a crying, howling Europe before the two came into contact, and came to Langley's back, slamming the dunk with just one foot.

"History will remember that you have a big fat face."

Hill ran back and heard Mo Menchen's words.

Hill smiled and gave him a high-five.

Harper brought the ball over, but just as he was about to pass the ball, Mo Mengchen retreated to a position three meters away and shouted: "Ronald, give you a chance to kill the game!"

Mo Mengchen called out his name again, and Harper was furious. He didn't vote for such a big space, even if he wasn't allowed.

The Bulls are 18 points ahead, and no one will blame him for this shot.

According to effective statistics, every time Mo Mengchen spurted the name "Ronald", Harper's shot was not in.

And now it is the same, Harper missed a big three-pointer.

Mo Mengchen scored a rebound.

A quarter and a half passed in the fourth quarter, with a difference of 18 points.

In Harper's eyes, Mo Mengchen is no longer an ordinary opponent. Mo Mengchen humiliated his asshole, Harper just wanted a high-intensity defense, but Mo Mengchen stopped outside the three-point line.

Realizing that the situation was bad, Harper stepped forward immediately, but Mo Mengchen's shooting speed was too fast. This was a left-handed three-point shot one meter away from the top of the arc.

The shooting gesture of the left hand is exactly the same as that of the right hand, which is a hand that turns into a pistol.

When the ball flew out, Mo Mengchen turned sideways, his fingers like a piercing eye toward his heart.

Anyway, please witness.

As the ball progressed, the United Center exclaimed.

Hill ran over and shouted: "History will remember your vicious fangs!"

I had to accept your praise humbly.

65 to 80

The Bulls also led by 15 points, and Wharton and Brown glanced at each other, which felt strange.

Although the Bulls still have a 15-point advantage, they all have a feeling.

This game is hard to say.

"Grant, let the redneck shoot!"

The bull's offense was about to spread out, and Mo Mengchen suddenly shouted.

"what did you say?"

Pippen, who took the ball outside the three-point line, was furious.

"Mom, listen to Dad." Buckley, who was inside, did not forget to fan the flames.

Hill seemed reluctant to accept the advice of his teammates. He apologized to Pi Pengman: "If you are offended, please forgive me."

After all, he stepped back three meters.

For two consecutive rounds, the Pistons dropped the Bulls' 3-pointer.

Pippen's ball was in his hands, and Hill's defense completely angered him.

He yelled to make them pay the price.

Jordan can't stop Pippen. With such a big space, he can't ride a tiger. If he doesn't shoot, the Pistons will be more unscrupulous, but if he doesn't shoot, the situation will be more serious.

This problem can only be solved by throwing the ball.

"Run, Grant!"

Mo Mengchen rushed into the basket.

Hill is not sure if Pippen's three-pointer can be scored. He believes that Mo Mengchen turns around and runs back.

Jordan reacted and quickly caught up.

Pippen made a three-pointer with anger. The power of this ball was obviously great. The basketball hit the back of the hoop and popped up quickly.

Those who judged this were Rodman besides Mo Mengchen.

How can he compete with the guy who has won the rebounding seven times?

"No, I can't grab it."

"The rebound is mine!"

Rodman roared, grabbed the rebound, and hadn't waited for it to hit the ground. Suddenly he felt a back bump.

An ordinary impact made him feel a tremor in his hand.

Mo Mengchen hit his extremely sensitive parts.

He called out. The crowded inside line made it impossible for the referee to tell whether the collision was legal. At this time, Mo Mengchen knocked down Rodman's ball.

Hill didn't know how difficult it was to get the rebound. What he saw was that Mo Mengchen threw the ball into the sky.

"You dirty bastard!"

Rodman, who was overturning in the gutter, growled angrily.

"If killing you can help us win, I will do the same."

Mo Mengchen glanced back at Rodman. This was the first time Rodman found that the young man who looked so gentle was so cruel.

This time, he reminded him that he had just entered the Pistons because of the anger and Rampage was beaten up.

This person cannot provoke.

Rodman thought.

Not only was he dirty, he was so dirty that the referee couldn't help it, and many actions could not be found, even the replay. The impact on him just now was definitely a foul, but the referee was invisible like a blind man.

At the frontcourt at this time, Jordan returned to defend in time, Hill's position was better, he failed to prevent this counterattack.

67 to 80

"The Bulls haven't scored in two minutes. Will the things that happened to the Pistons in the third quarter be repeated on the Bulls?"

Hill didn't rubbish, scored this goal, the point difference came to 1 point, a very promising number.

With so many successors, Hill is the least like him.

Jordan didn't understand what the media who called Hill as Jordan's successor thought, they were nothing like it.

He thought the game had already been won. They led by 20 points. Most teams were desperate at this stage, and they didn't.

This team does have unfathomable potential.

But he would never let the bull stop here.

Jordan's breakthrough is like a sharp edge. The speed is not as fast as when he was young, but he used the rhythm to change his direction and pulled out a space to score a jumper.

82 to 67

"The fans on the scene can be at ease, anyone can get lost, j won't!"

Jordan's jumper helped the Bulls stabilize the military. Each of them is actively defending, and they put their power into defense without feeling.

Their defense is not worse than the third quarter.

It was difficult for Hill to play singles as easily as in the previous few minutes, and the ball fell into Momenchen's hands.

There is 10 seconds left to attack.

Mo Mengchen took a step back, dribbling with his left hand behind him, then he raised his right index finger and rocked left and right.

Do nothing, leave it to me!

"If you think you can handle me alone"

Harper's words did not fall, Mo Mengchen lowered his center of gravity, and in less than a second, he broke through Harper at an unimaginable speed.

So fast

He is so fast!

Harper stared back and looked back. Mo Mengchen rushed to the basket. Rodman threw himself out to find the impact just now.

He bumped into it, just couldn't avoid fouling.

The referee's whistle sounded, and he determined that Mo Meng did not shoot at an angle. His body suppressed Mo Mengchen. Under a violent impact, he felt nothing in the air.

Yes, it feels like nothing.

With the left hand holding the ball, the ball is pulled out.

Like a flower blooming in a desperate situation.

"Uh!"

"Nie!!!"

The teammates cried out.

Mo Mengchen gently pushed Rodman's body away and stood up.

He was fine, not at all.

He didn't waste opportunities on the free throw line.

Increased penalty hit.

Mo Mengchen turned away, somehow his teammates felt full of strength.

By now, they should be tired, but now, they seem to be fully charged batteries.

For the first time, "Heart of Heart" played a role in Mo Mengchen.

Jordan is ready to take over the offense, and the situation in front of them allows them to do so. Teammates all pointed at him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mo Mengchen decided on the spot, he prepared a layer of defense behind Jordan.

Jordan is not to defeat Houston, but the Pistons.

The trapeze pierced the line and was about to fly to a layup to score. Latclif came from the left and affected his shot.

So, the rebound ball flew out.

Hill got a defensive rebound and looked at Mo Mengchen who was running fast: "History will remember how fast you run!"

Frontcourt, outside the 3-point line.

Mo Mengchen made a three-point shot.

The goal scored, 7 to 82.

He turned and threw a fist, yelling.

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