Chapter 215: May you have today every year

"You're ruthless!" Ma Hong compared his thumbs off the court. "No wonder you don't want me to help. I'm really convinced today. Fuck, the waves of the Yangtze River are pushing forward!"
Peyton's nose bleeds and the game is interrupted.
If it is an accident to break Peyton's front teeth, then it can be said to be an accident just now.
Peyton waved his elbow, he escaped, and made a kick by the way, let him fall, this is his purpose. As for the nosebleeds and the like, it is completely a windfall, a less unexpected accident reward.
A little action, almost KO Payton.
Mo Mengchen's teammates awed him more and more.
This is not his purpose, and he did not expect the game to develop to this point.
Payton's nosebleeds kept flowing, and the supersonic speed could only replace him. George Carl appealed angrily to the referee and looked back at the video. Mo Mengchen did have a stumbling movement, although it was probably to avoid Payton's elbow The unintentional move made by the strike, but Payton has already done so, and the referee is not easy to hurt the killer, only to supply Mo Mengchen a T.
Mo Mengchen had no opinion, he just wanted to know if Payton would play.
No one expected that this game would develop in this way. Everyone was expecting their old and new hatreds to be counted together. Now that new and old hatreds are not counted, Payton added a new wound.
His nose.
If possible, Mo Mengchen prefers to break another forehead in his forehead.
There is no other reason.
Otherwise, a golden tooth and a white tooth juxtaposed, it looks really disgusting.
"Dad, I adore you so much, you are the best player in my mind, the role model for all of us!"
Jerome Williams said respectfully.
Mo Mengchen didn't want to care about him, and threw a blank eye at him.
Payton temporarily left the field to deal with the wound, and the game will continue. The Supersonics made two free throws through Mo Mengchen's T. This is Payton's only return in the end.
If they can, they would rather return two free throws to the Pistons than want Payton to end.
Payton, supersonic speed is headless flies, can only use personal abilities and opponents.
However, the opponent is a team with fifteen consecutive victories, and the momentum is like a rainbow. They have just broken off the team's guard and variation machine. The atmosphere is driven by the other, and the piston's offensive is getting more and more amazing.
The teams in their respective divisions also played less than 70% of their strength.
It was difficult for George Carr to say what happened on the clearing field. At the opening, Payton fired at full power as he instructed, and there was a tendency to lock Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen was indeed prevented by his particles, but the rhythm of the game was also dragged into the ancient times.
Although they succeeded in freezing Mo Mengchen, they played a very uncomfortable quarter, and the Pistons played their part, leaving Hill alone.
This is the routine they used to fight, and they are familiar with it. Hill also showed his ability to prove that he is competent.
Karl believes that it was the tractor-like rhythm of the first quarter that made them sink to this point.
Payton failed to devour Mo Mengchen, but allowed them to grasp the rhythm of the game, and actively made changes in the second quarter, and...
Mo Mengchen's targeted measures against Payton.
Anyone can see that these two are not players of the same level.
On data, Payton averaged 21+5+7 per game, leading the finals last season; Mo Mengchen averaged 15+7+7, leading the team in the first round last season.
Not to mention the role of other aspects, Carl can't imagine Peyton losing to Mo Mengchen.
The last time was because of an accident. This time, it was still an accident.
It was almost exactly the same accident: a foot that shouldn't appear tripped Payton, causing him to leave with injury.
The same accident happened twice, or the same opponent and the same suspect.
What does this mean? This shows no accident.
That guy has held the game from the beginning.
Recognizing this, Carl felt a cool air on his soles rushed over his head.
That second-year talent had the courage and courage to dare to deal with dangerous elements like Payton, and through step-by-step calculations, he completely dominated.
If Payton cannot return, they will undoubtedly win the game.
The supersonic offensive fell into stagnation, and only the personal abilities of Kaushram and Kamp could be eaten, but such an offensive is destined not to last long.
Their backup guard is not only as simple as an advantage in front of Mo Mengchen, he has no courage to play against him.
This group of people was usually terrified by Payton. Now how do they dare to do something when they meet a wicked person who has continuously brought Payton off?
No one wants that kind of thing to happen to themselves, even if it seems like an accident.
Even if it was an accident, Mo Mengchen's name was not false.
Mo Mengchen’s evil can be said to be spread among players. No player has as much deeds as him, and no one can repeatedly make a bad move and still be regarded by the league as hope for the future. Star.
Every time he did not get caught, or it seemed reasonable, like an out-of-control action, only his opponent was not Tamabi's out-of-control action. This was a long-planned personal attack.
What can I do? The result of the camera playback is unexpected.
Mo Mengchen made great efforts in this respect.
When the momentum collapsed, the Pistons attacked again and again.
The difference starts to widen.
12 points,
14 points,
15 marks.
At the end of the third quarter, the point difference had reached 18 points.
The Supersonics used their full strength and desperately defended. Because they got the news, Payton was planning to return to the field. All they had to do was to keep the suspense.
68 to 50
If such a score is suspenseful.
Mo Mengchen is only 2 points away from his ninth triple-double. His current stats are 8 points, 11 rebounds and 12 assists.
There was basically no suspense in the game. Collins didn't even want him to continue playing in the fourth quarter if it wasn't for Mormon to get a triple-double.
At this time, Payton returned.
He looks fine.
The boos on the scene were enough to break through the clouds, and most fans would pay tribute to those players who came back with injuries, but the result did not happen to Payton.
"It seems that Detroit fans really hate him." Johnson said with a smile. "This is not a bad thing. The more the fans hate you, the better you perform."
Wharton laughed: "Yes, it is better to be hated by away fans than to be hoped for, because being liked by them means your performance is terrible, and they feel that you are in their favor, and only then they will like you, otherwise If you are a great player like Larry Bird, Magic, MJ, as long as you go away, the fans should boo you or boo you."
Peyton only had anger on his face.
Mo Mengchen didn't know why he was still angry? Wouldn't that fall make him sober? If not, do you want him to fall again? This is a problem.
"You waste, dirty bastard, I must...
"Don't talk nonsense, look at the score." Mo Mengchen said, "68 to 50."
Peyton said angrily: "That's because I'm not here!"
"Really? What can you do? What can you change?" Mo Mengchen asked sarcastically.
In one or two sentences, Payton once again gave birth to rough thoughts.
He kept reminding himself that he should never think of being rough when dealing with a wicked person like Mo Mengchen. The other party is an expert in this area, and he is not pleased with this set.
You should use ball skills to speak on the court.
The glove, which had always been delighted with causing physical and mental harm to opponents on the court, never expected him to realize this kind of consciousness.
How painful is it?
After Payton played, more or less helped the Supersonics stabilize the position, the problem is that he came back too late, 18 points difference, this is not a deep hole that one can fill.
There is no super breakup like Jordan in the supersonic array. It takes a miracle to fill this big pit in a section, and a miracle-like crash inside the piston can make such a miracle appear.
Unfortunately, such a miracle is destined not to happen.
Mo Mengchen now thought about three pairs of punch cards on Peyton's body, and he thought about the process of leaving.
In the fourth minute, Payton made a three-pointer and hit.
The point difference reached 14 points.
It seems that there is finally some hope, Mo Mengchen doesn't want to drag it anymore, he will score this round.
"Coach, I'm tired." Mo Mengchen said to Collins.
Collins looked at him: "When the time for the dead ball arrives, JD will replace you."
After confirming the correctness, Mo Mengchen patted the ball and moved on.
He remembered the turn-around dribble that shook Peyton in the third quarter. It was a very simple action, but it was very easy to make, but it never looked easy.
He didn't know why his body showed such amazing flexibility at that moment-maybe, maybe because of the softness.
At this moment, Payton pressed to grab, and talked wildly, wanting to steal Mo Menchen's big play of dominating Jedi counterattack continuously, he wrote a script for himself.
Unfortunately, this script is too naive.
Mo Mengchen dribbles his ball to his left hand and his body is steady. At the moment when Payton was about to exert pressure, his body fled lightly against the confrontation, like a loach underground, slipping smoothly through his defense.
"Wow~~~!"
Mo Mengchen shook DPOY's defense and went straight to the rim. European step dodge again, licking the rim and scoring at the corner of Camp's blocked corner.
Three pairs reached.
"Damn, I want to fight back!"
Peyton couldn't stop his anger and shouted~EbookFREE.me~Kamp just sent the ball, and his fury with his gloves full was ready to retaliate against Mo Mengchen, just at this time-Mo Mengchen stepped forward in a devilish manner, regardless of the consequences Regardless of scale, regardless of fouls, a brutal, savage, and complete personal attacking forward rushing to slam Peton directly out of bounds.
"Beep!"
"Defensive foul!"
Mo Mengchen raised his hand indifferently, staring at Peyton falling to the ground: "Merry Christmas, may you have today every year."
"Ahhhhhhhh!!"
After one night, Peyton couldn't control himself, and wanted to have a battle with the jungle version of Auburn Hills palace with Mo Mengchen in front of the audience.
His teammates hugged him.
Mo Mengchen turned and walked to the side of the court to take over Dumars, with a triple-double, leaving a mocking back and quit the game completely.