Chapter 390: Trash talk is flying all over the sky

"Dear Teague, don't be so impulsive, watch your lungs! I'm pretty sure now that you'll be the one who gets cramped and diarrhea in the end, and if you're lucky, you might be injured and retire! ”

Yi Yang dribbled the ball while smiling back and playing with Teague, while also guarding against little Kidd's magic hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Shut up your! If it's a man, we have the ability to see the truth inside. Always sneaking around on the periphery, what kind of ability! Only twat would shoot a damn three! ”

"Haha, you should say that to Chairman Davis, tell that old guy that the three-point rule is gone. In this case, I can also teach you the truth of being a human being! Oh! Oh my God, it's been a long time since you've tasted the thrill of being ridden! ”

"You know what? Man, I want to fight you in the basket, but Mr. Rivers won't do it. I'm not the only one who caused this now, you see! There are a lot more players who can shoot three-pointers, and the Spurs have a lot more players than the Bulls! ”

"Hey! Just chat, here's the opportunity, you see! Shaking out an empty position, Yi Yang stood up dryly, and completed the overtake in an instant, and the Bulls began to lead by one point.

Teague really wanted to give this cheap and well-behaved guy a sentence of motherly sales, his mouth flew up, and the angry seven-hole smoked Mr. Huang's brain was in shock, and the two fat lips squirmed for a long time, and he couldn't find a perfect and suitable language.

I never thought that the center would be a profession for peripheral operations, the defense did not dare to be sloppy, and on the offensive end, Teague also had to actively block and dismantle the defense of the "flat head brother", creating an opportunity for Christopher to shoot.

Fortunately, Paul Jr. was full of confidence, leaned back, and scored three points, and the Spurs exceeded again, which was the 11th time that the two sides had alternated scores.

"Man! You'd better become a monkey, or you won't be able to climb my mountain. By the way, dear little prince, didn't you eat the spicy strips for breakfast? How do you feel weak like something I used last night? ”

The Emperor of Spray, who was so angry that he lost his mind, saw that the Spurs had taken the lead again, completely forgot about the fate of angering Yi Yang, and began to spew trash talk triumphantly.

"Dude, we Chinese often say that the black man's thing is dead! It's in the way in the pants, it looks an eyesore, so it's better to cut it. Could it be that you still imagine the big brother in an African tribe, carrying the whole cover woven with wool? ”

it! The crowd had never seen such a spectacular game. The two sides are competing for three points, not to mention, the trash talk master and the Chinese flathead brother are-for-tat, and the spittle stars are flying all over the sky, which is simply tense and funny.

"No further nonsense, move your damn skinny ass to fight Lao Tzu. The basket is in front, you have the ability to shoot! You're going to vote! Fight the fine iron again, damn fellow. ”

With great effort, Teague crossed in front of Yi Yang, and his hands were firmly protected on Yi Yang's body, no longer entangled in whether his objects were dead or alive.

This once-in-a-lifetime defensive opportunity is really not much for him. Fortunately, with the help of his teammates, he covered the perverted guy with the rabbit and the monkey to death.

Teague in front, Powell in the back, and turned Yi Yang into a sandwich. Hey! Even if you kid has great ability, you can't escape our iron bucket array!

"Stuck in the north nose! Let's scorn the dogs! You are an innocent little virgin, you don't even have the opportunity to fight, and you dare to say that Lao Tzu, the male root, is dead? Yours is alive, and you have the ability to show off your brother and show it! ”

Teague's trash talk not only made Yi Yang roll his eyes speechlessly, but also made Powell, who was waiting behind him, bow his head and sneer!

Now it's okay, the bell must be tied to the bell, Powell relaxed, grabbed a rare gap, twisted his body, and Yi Yang escaped like a loach.

"Hey! Teague, you dead thing, don't you want to see what the golden hoop stick looks like, you see! ”

Holding the ball in his hand, half a step away from the trash talk master, Yi Yang did not jump, but blatantly grimaced and teased Teague.

FUCK! You doubt life, and you really treat me as barren! Evil arises from the heart, and anger grows from the guts! The Spray Emperor rose from the ground regardless of it, and a huge palm directly covered Yi Yang's hands.

Oh no, this damn troll got it! Seeing this scene, Rivers on the sidelines felt a chill in his heart, and he wanted to remind him but it was too late!

What he was waiting for was this opportunity, and at the same time, Yi Yang also moved, firmly locked the target with both hands, and the ball bounced out instantly, only to hear a snap! Teague's anger vanished without a trace, and his heart sank.

Defensive three-point hitter fouls, how can it be so cheap! Not only did the ball hit accurately, but it also caused a 3+1 that made all the Spurs feel painful!

Paralyzing! I'm really a good guy who doesn't remember what to eat. You must not talk to this damn Chinese on the court, and if you lose your mind, the damn flat-headed brother will seize the opportunity and press himself to the ground fiercely.

Teague, who was so remorseful, almost reached out and slapped his mouth. If it weren't for his witty words, how could he make Powell laugh like that? If he hadn't gotten carried away, how could he have let the perverted Yi Yang be used as a gun?

"Dude, you still don't believe you when you say you're dead! Don't smoke your own mouth, we still have to point it to eat! My friend, don't challenge Satan in basketball, I'm pretty talented when it comes to trash talk. ”

I bought a watch last year! Who is your friend, is there such a bad friend? Girl's! How talented are you trash talking? If it goes on like this, sooner or later, the name of the spray emperor will have to go to the Chinese brother!

Teague is an open-minded person, although he is annoyed and angry in his heart, he can only roll his eyes in tears and laughs, and is called down by Rivers to listen to the teachings.

Why are you so embarrassed that you're fine? Alas! The damn Chinese kid is so hateful that he actually used his impulse to sing a fanning the flames, Fuck! fuck!

3+1 was played, and the morale of the whole Bulls team was like a rainbow, and they worked harder to play the role of the soy sauce party.

One foot is lost into a thousand hatreds, and once the rhythm is up, the Spurs' decline is out of control. After the point difference was stretched by double digits, the game time was scarce, and the calculating Rivers could only switch to the bench and start to worry about the next game.

The big score of 2:1 in hand is enough to avenge the defeat of the last home game "blood feud", in the excited cheers of teammates and Ida's adoring eyes, the Chinese youth triumphant.