Brad. Miller deliberately provoked me today, it must have been the smiling assassin Isaiah. Thomas's instructed, otherwise with my strong fighting power, lovely Brad. Mr. Miller must not dare to defy the law.

But, unfortunately, Brad. Miller squirted a lot of poop and I stuffed it all back into his stomach, his eyes glaring angrily, his hands clenched into fists, and his mouth kept making the sound of "hey" trying to control his anger.

I looked at Brad with contempt. Miller glanced at it, held his head high, and ignored this guy who was said to be relatively strong in combat.

Brad. Miller adjusted quickly, and the anger I had aroused quickly subsided, and he came to me again, and entangled with me again, trash talk continued to spew out:

"Do you want to provoke me? I sue you, you've succeeded, you've succeeded in me off, boy, I'm going to teach you how to play the playoffs as a rookie, I'm going to teach you how to get through 2 minutes at a time, I'm going to teach you how to be a real man, how to make that little wife of your wife satisfied...... "Brad. Miller's mouth was completely provocative, and every word he said was full of the smell of stool, and even his expression was a look of underwhelming, as obscene as he was.

Everyone in the world knows the prestige of the "Bad Boy Army", and everyone knows that the core character in the Bad Boy Army is the guy known as the "Smiling Assassin", he can defeat you head-on, but he never attacks you from the front, he prefers to use those despicable and shameless and obscene ** tricks against you. It is clear that Isaiah. Thomas used these tricks on me today.

He wants to use Brad. Miller irritated me. Then I beat Brad hard. Miller for a meal, and then. I was sent straight out by the referee, and after that, the referees added a few more suspensions to me, so that the Pacers would easily take out the Wizards and make it easy to advance to the second round.

I tried to adjust my breathing, and kept suppressing my anger, even though this guy was really underbeaten. But I still have to endure, endure, endure......

I know, Brad. Miller is just a small character, he's not the core of the Pacers, and he's not the team's spiritual leader. I killed him. The impact on the strength of the Pacers is very small, and even in the game, I can't put all my attention on him, because the Pacers still have Jermaine. O'Neal, the new All-Star power forward, and Reggie A. Miller, the key gentleman, and Ron. Artest, this muscular man, Brad. Miller was named an All-Star this season though. But on the Pacers, he's the No. 4 at most, and even Jamal is even the No. 4 on the Pacers. Tinsley is not as good as that.

Brad. Seeing that his trash talk didn't work for me and couldn't get a proper spot, Miller suddenly pulled on the outside and blocked the defense Jermaine. Carlos O'Neill. Boozer, Jermaine. O'Neal took a sideways step and pulled out the empty space, Jamal . Tinsley's pass immediately went to Jermaine. O'Neill's hands.

I struggled to take a step forward. Jumping high and trying to block Jermaine. O'neill. But it's a little too far, though I've done my best. But the basketball eventually flew above the tips of my fingers.

The basketball rubbed against the net, making a screeching sound. There was a cheer from inside the Consec Arena.

"Boy, I don't need to attack, I just want my teammates to score! But you can't do it, if you don't score a point, look, everyone in the world will scold you! Ha ...... "Brad. Miller let out a mocking laugh.

I was angry and confronted with Brad. Miller stumbling trash talk, I was really angry, I admit I was by him, I decided to give him a little color to see, I wanted him to know why Peach Blossom was so red.

I'm going to kill Brad. Miller got in the way and reached out to Chauncey. Billups asks Mr. Flounder to swing a shot to the left and shake Jamal away. Tinsley's defense, throwing the basketball hard at me.

I caught the basketball and hit Brad hard with my back. Miller knocked him back half a step, and then I spun around and jumped high to shoot the basketball in my hand.

But when I turned around, I was surprised to see that I had been defending Caron. Butler's Ron. Artest was standing in front of me, and he was standing there close to me, his left hand stretched out high, just over my face, I couldn't see the position of the basket, I glanced at the left Ron. Artest's original location and trying to find Caron there. Butler, but there was a sudden force in my back that suddenly made my whole center of gravity unbalanced, and I couldn't stay in the air anymore. The hand holding the ball couldn't make any changes, so I could only throw the basketball in the direction of the basket that I remembered.

"Three-person bag! Ron. Artest, Jermaine. O'Neill's three people in Kwamei. When Brown turned around, he suddenly stepped forward and Brad. Miller formed a three-man wrap and the Pacers started the game against Kwame. Brown carries a threesome bag clamp with Isaiah. Is Thomas going to replicate the 'Jordan's Law' from thirteen years ago? To know Kwamei. Brown is a sophomore rookie...... "Kenny. Smith was yelling.

I shook my hand in remorse and ran to the backfield.

"Boy! Lose it! "Brad. Miller stood beside me and began to stumble again.

"Shut your foul mouth!" I yelled.

"Don't think that if that flounder comes back, you can do whatever you want, I tell you, Isaiah has studied you thoroughly, you definitely don't have any chance, especially you, don't even think about scoring!" Brad. Miller whispered viciously.

People often say that people are tigers, and tigers are people, and the Wizards have been planning for a long time to take down the Pacers, but the Pacers have also studied the Wizards for a long time, and they know that I am the core of this Wizards team, and they know my temper, and they have made targeted preparations for this. They just want to provoke me to lose my mind, or they want to provoke me to fall into a solo fight.

I took a deep breath. He spit out the turbid qi that had accumulated in his chest and lungs, closed his eyes, rubbed his temples vigorously with both hands, and tried to make himself sober and forget the qiē just now.

"Defend this ball! Kill the Pacers! "I opened my eyes and I shouted to boost the morale of the team. Let yourself be in the best form and strive to improve it to the extreme.

"Kill the Pacers!" The crowd responded. Although our shouting brought us a wave of fan boos, I could see that everyone on the Wizards team was sinking their waists deeply, and everyone was spreading their arms hard, staring at the opponent they were trying to defend.

And everyone on the Pacers team is fighting hard for position, trying to stop and run. Trying to find the right opportunity. The right space to attack.

Ron. Artest runs out to Jamal. Tinsley did the badge but got rid of Chauncey. Jamal of Billups. Tinsley is chased by Ron. Caron of Artest. Butler caught the road, and a shift defense turned the pick-and-roll into uselessness.

Jamal. Tinsley confronts Caron. Butler's defense, there was no possibility of a breakthrough, he could only throw the basketball to Jermaine. O'Neal, the self-proclaimed "NBA No. 1 forward" guy is really overly narcissistic, but he is really powerful. Holding the ball with his back to the baseline, he slammed into Carlos with his big fat ass. Boozer, Carlos. Boozer was knocked by him and stumbled backwards, Jermaine. O'Neill, pulling sideways, dodged the angle of Boozer's block, stepped back and turned around and jumped.

Jermaine. O'Neal is currently one of the most dangerous men on this Pacers team. Collins has repeatedly stressed to me that it is necessary to pay attention to his help and supplement. My eyes have never left Jermaine. O'neill. I've been keeping an eye on him, even though I'm defending Brad, who is also a big threat on the other side of the paint field. Miller.

I gave Brad a hard push. Miller. Push him out hard and keep him away from the basket for a while. Temporarily unable to pose a threat to the basket (this is a foul move, but the referee usually doesn't give it, especially in the playoffs), then took two hard strides to the left, jumped high, and stretched out his right hand in the air towards Jermaine. O'Neal's basketball shot was blocked hard.

"O'Neal got the basketball, shot, got ...... Yes...... Kwame. Brown actually killed him from the other side of the paint area, he jumped in the air, and he killed Jermaine. O'Neal's shot went straight to the second floor stands, oh my God! He's jumping so high! I suspect he jumped higher than you, Charles......"

"Haha...... Kwame is a very high jumper, but he still has a lot of distance compared to me, you must know that I have a nickname 'flying pig'...... "Charles. Barkley was arguing.

"Ahh As soon as my feet hit the ground, I opened my mouth towards Jermaine. O'Neill yelled, trying to tell him that this was my forbidden land, a no-fly zone, and anyone who dared to be arrogant here would be killed by me, and killed again......

Jermaine. O'Neill straightened his waist and stood in front of me with an angry face, shouting, "Damn! Didn't you just fucking cover it? You're a cow! ”

“fu*ck！ You're *** looking for death! I glared at the defiant Jermaine. O'Neill cursed loudly.

"fu*k, you bastard, I'm going to die, you're *** coming to beat me up!" Jermaine, who was once crushed by me. O'Neill didn't know what kind of neurosis he had committed to dare to provoke me like this.

But I know it's a playoff game and I can't make a mistake, even though I've clenched my steel teeth and clenched my fists tightly, but I have to endure it, put up with it......

The referee came belatedly, he used a whistle to stop a possible brawl and then gave it to me and Jermaine. O'Neill warned at a time.

I exhaled the angry breath in my chest, adjusted my breath vigorously, and kept telling myself in my heart: Don't be fooled, don't be fooled, don't be fooled, these are Isaiah. Thomas laid a trap for me......

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