You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　Mo Mengchen looked at the Blazers' defense line and found no problem.

　　 Sabonis is high enough to protect the territory, plus a defensive tycoon, any team has to pay a terrible price to play against them.

　　 "Pull away!"

　　Mo Mengchen emptied the corner and made room for Alain Houston to challenge him.

　　Houston surprises, but he hasn't picked up the ball for a long time.

　　If there is no accident... Mo Mengchen simulated the possible picture in his mind, and then passed the ball out.

　　 "It seems that you have been scared by me, very good, which shows that you are not as ignorant as the legend." Strickland said lightly.

　　 "No matter what you think, believe me, it is wrong."

　　Mo Mengchen's voice fell, Houston passed Aron McKee, the opponent's defensive approach is to lock the upper line, put the bottom line, it seems like a wrong approach, because each coach will require players to stay on the bottom line.

　　Mackie naturally knows this truth, and he believes in Sabonis's ability to assist more than Dadao.

Therefore, the CIC king thought that he could completely defeat McGee's defense. He didn't know that he just stepped out and fell into the Blazers' defensive trap. He jumped into the air but couldn't shoot. Looking back, Mo Mengchen had already borrowed Pu's cover ran out of space.

　　 "Damn, you count me!"

　　Houston passed the ball angrily.

　　 "I believe you, CP." Mo Mengchen took the ball and made a three-pointer.

　　 I believe you will find someone to pass the ball after meeting Sabonis' defense.

　　I firmly believe.

　　Mo Mengchen responded to Strickland with a three-pointer, he did not intend to leave on this: "Your defense and I are on a level."

　　 "I heard it right?" Strickland did not expect that Mo Mengchen dared to spray garbage at him. He always thought that his momentum scared the other side. Now it seems that he is wrong.

　　 Sure enough, the rumors are not false, this guy really does not know what respect.

　　 "I don't mind saying it again." Mo Mengchen said, "Your defense is of the same level as me."

　　Mo Mengchen walked, Houston chased up: "Rookie, how can you count me? I thought it was a heads-up!"

　　 "Do you think I can expect them to trap you and force you to pass the ball?" Mo Mengchen gave him a blank look. In fact, he was kidding.

But Houston didn’t hear it. Yes, he really thought that Mo Mengchen had seen through the Blazers’ defensive arrangement, knowing that it was a trap but letting him step in, in order to rely on his offense to contain the attention of others, he was good to run Out of space.

　　 He really felt that all this was Mo Mengchen's arrangement.

　　 But the other party denied it and made him less sure

　　 is really a coincidence?

　　Mo Mengchen made a joke, but Houston didn't understand it, which made him very frustrated, so he had to admit: "Yes, the assumption in your mind is the truth."

　　 "You!" Houston exasperated, "How can you do this to me!"

　　 has no time to explain, because the furious Strickland has already brought the ball to the front.

　　 "Do you know how a butcher kills pigs?" Strickland asked.

　　I only know how to dissect the body, are you interested?

Mo Mengchen didn't answer, and Strickland was not interested in lingering with him. His breakthrough ability is well known all over the world. The cumulative number of assists in the top ten in history is not based on a master-level vision, but a fatal breakthrough plus A keen sense of the ball.

　　 In the same direction, Strickland didn't even change direction, relying on the start speed of the first step, it still passed Mo Mengchen.

　　 This time is not so simple, stupid CP.

　　 Hill has quietly approached the penalty area. Just when Strickland shot, Devil Mountain jumped, flying straight to the sky, slamming his layup on the floor.

　　Mo Mengchen picked up the floor ball and shouted: "Quick break!"

　　 "Give me give me give me!"

　　Houston shouted.

　　Mo Mengchen ran at full speed. In the frontcourt, he played 2 with Houston. The Trail Blazers retreated very fast, but he didn't mean to stop to fight in the field. He suddenly gave a wonderful cannonball pass.

　　 If Houston and Mo Mengchen had not cooperated for so long, such a fierce pass must not be able to catch. He held the ball and had a meal in place. McGee took a step away from him, which was enough.

　　 The king of CIC decided to pull up decisively. McGee waved his hand and hit him. The whistle rang and the former shot the ball.

　　 As the ball progressed, Little Dura led the audience to shout beautifully.

　　Excited to the extreme Houston to find Mo Mengchen fierce high-five.

　　 "I see who the **** said I would only score during garbage time! My **** is the best shooter in history!!!" Houston yelled.

　　 "Well, this does not hide the fact that you are the league's top scorer in garbage time." Mo Mengchen always splashed cold water at the top of Houston.

　　Every time he does this, Houston will be crazy, and spray a few words with him.

　　Compared to Houston, which was splashed with cold water, Strickland, who was hit by the Hill hat, was more angry in the stomach. If it was not for this Duke jerk, he had already scored 5 points.

　　 "There is no defense, you **** shit!" Strikelan scolded.

　　 Mo Mengchen smiled lightly; "A bad defender like us must know how to use assisted defense. If everyone is as self-esteemed as you, I am afraid that we will not reach the end of the world before 2012."

　　 "Who the **** do you think you are talking to? Go to your mother's Australian gangster!" Strickland was completely irritated.

　　 A good defender can keep the game at his own pace.

Strickland can be said to be a good defender, but his mentality has completely exploded now, and he can't tell what is good or what is bad. He just rigidly believes that Mo Mengchen is bad at defense, and then he must blow him up. Don't give up without breaking him.

　　 He will continue to attack.

　　 No accident, this lunatic can't control himself, just like a drug addict.

　　When Mo Mengchen was defending, one hand was making gestures behind his back, and his teammates used these gestures to make judgments.

For example, now, he judges that Strickland will continue to abandon his teammates to fight alone, he will give tips to prepare others, because he really can’t prevent Strickland’s breakthrough, it’s nothing. Not easy to admit.

　　 Fortunately, this is a five-on-five game, but there are always some silly CP who suddenly thinks that they are playing one-on-one heads-up.

　　 Like Strickland.

　　Houston saw Mo Mengchen's hand gestures, and then figured out how to help.

　　Although this rookie's mouth is stinky, he can't always watch his teammates being beaten up, and this rookie does...have one or two.

　　His judgment has never been wrong, no matter the field or the field, no matter the size.

　　 "You are waiting to die, bastard, I will make you die terribly!"

　　 Strickland slammed the ball hard, and did not know if the ball was so tortured by him, would it be painful?

　　Why does this group of people spraying garbage always involve death? Is there something new?

　　 "Come on," Mo Mengchen provoked.

This sentence was the last fire that ignited the prairie. Strickland made a high-level crotch speed change in front of him, with a large stride and a fast movement rate, Mo Mengchen couldn't help but hurt him. Your knees-I don’t know if your knees are expensive.

　　 Strickland is the electro-optical flint, which instantly blasted Mo Mengchen's defense, and this is just the beginning, but it will soon end.

　　 He rushed behind Mo Mengchen, but hit Houston.

　　 The referee didn't blow him to bring the ball to hit the man already is generous, and his ball was released under this impact.

　　 "It's a pig-like attack!"

The ridiculous words were spoken from the Pistons' No. 9 mouth, Strickerland caught fire, his teammates were downcast, and Sabonis was miserable. He didn’t like running, and the team strongly advocated slowing down the game. However, Strickland engaged in such a continuous, back and forth, the ball did not touch a bit, sweating dozens of grams.

　　During the fast break, Mo Mengchen sent an empty pick to Hill, and Devil Mountain flew to the sky.

　　 10 to 5

　　 Such a start, no one thought that an emotional out-of-control guard could actually affect the game to this point?

The Trail Blazers coach PJ Callesimo couldn't continue to tolerate Strickland Hu, he yelled: "Rod, if you still want to play, give me a good pass, if you don't want to play, get me off , What the **** did you do on the field?"

　　 The angry coach is the most terrifying presence on the court.

　　Strikeland originally had a fighting heart, and the head coach was so tempered that he calmed down a lot.

　　How can I be angry with this rookie? Without the help of his teammates~www.readwn.com~ He is not my opponent at all, why should I argue with him? It's stupid!

　　 Well, he should pass the ball.

　　Who will he pass to? Mo Mengchen thought of the only person on the Blazers who had scores in addition to Strickland.

　　 is naturally the team leader in the Trailblazers, the iron hoop helped the boss Clifford Robinson.

　　 Moreover, it seems that walking on one side also creates heads-up opportunities for Robinson.

　　 is not wrong, it must be Robinson.

　　Mo Mengchen could not directly use gestures to tell the teammates who the tactical end point of the Blazers, but he could tell them to pay attention to the area.

　　Who is the person standing in that area, who is the end point.

　　Everyone noticed that Robinson was in a striking position. That position happened to be his hot zone. Wouldn’t it be so coincident?

　　 must be him!

　　 Sabonis put on a high position to make a high-quality cover, it seems to be a mighty assault on the weak side, in fact, Robinson is ready.

　　 "Clifford!"

　　 Strickland yelled after the breakthrough and threw the ball out with his left hand.

"no no!"

　　Robinson shook his head hard, it was too late.

　　 A Satan hand stretched out from his side, and the racket that should have fallen into his palm was forward, and then the person who destroyed the pass chased it up as quickly as possible.

　　 "Grant Hill steals the pass!"

　　 "What a clever prediction!"

　　 "No one can stop him, performance moment!"

　　Hill did not disappoint the fans, ran to the frontcourt and a dunk axe dunk hit the audience's passion.