When Stoudemire rushed over, he opened his arms to block Yang Mo's way. Yang Mo smiled, and while dribbling in front of him, he asked disdainfully: "Guess, do I break you from the left or break through you from the right."

Stoudemire was provoked by Yang Mo like this, and his face was full of anger at the moment, and an angry voice rolled out of his throat: "You go to die."

And when he spoke, he pressed upon him,

As soon as he pressed it up, the corners of Yang Mo's mouth pulled out a happy smile, and he said in his heart, if you don't die, you won't die, I'm really not good at breaking through if you keep the pestle there, isn't it humiliating for you to force up and defend?

"Then on the left!"

Yang Mo lightly reported a direction, and the basketball rushed to the right side and pulled it to the left quickly, and rushed to that side with a big stride. Stoudemire hurriedly went to the left to make up for the defense, but Yang Mo made a sudden stop, and the left hand holding the ball slapped hard, and the basketball quickly hit the right.

"FK, dare you lie to me!"

Stoudemire scolded angrily, glad that he had been prepared and hadn't deflected his weight completely. Between the lightning and flint, he hurriedly leaned to the right side, and intercepted Yang Mo's basketball with lightning speed, he thought that his smart self would definitely be able to intercept successfully.

He is indeed very smart, but Yang Mo is smarter than him!

Syllable!

Yang Mo's right hand slapped suddenly, the basketball quickly jumped to the left side, and his left hand slapped forward, and his body followed forward like lightning...... Shout! Stoudemire, whose center of gravity was completely deflected to the right, only to hear a gust of wind blowing in his ears, and Yang Mo disappeared on his pupils.

By the time he quickly turned around, Yang Mo had already rushed to the forbidden area. At the same time, there was no one in the exclusion zone ... O'Neal just stepped back from the three-second zone!

Watching Yang Mo's body take off like a bomber, Stoudemire finally realized that he had been tricked. From the moment Yang Mo asked him, he had already fallen into his trap. And the reason why Yang Mo talked nonsense with him was not exactly to provoke him, but more to wait for O'Neill to withdraw from the forbidden area!

This guy is really not simple!

While Stoudemire sighed in his heart, he took off to reach the most Yang Mo. Pull it suddenly, and with all the strength of your body, you will smash it down...... Rumble!

The Suns' basket was smashed by Yang Mo, and the microphones installed behind the rebounds were broken.

Immediately afterwards, the originally fixed basket slowly sank down...... For a moment, the audience was stunned.

The power of a button is terrifying.

Watch the whole basket slowly descend. Yang Mo hurriedly jumped down from it.

Then ignoring the chaos in the venue, he rushed directly to the technical table, waved his hand fiercely, and mobilized the emotions of all the fans on the scene, they were all thinking of a Chinese word in their hearts, just waiting for Yang Mo to ask.

Yang Mo stood on the technical table. He looked around domineeringly like an emperor on the throne, and then, in the eyes of everyone, put his right hand to his ear to listen, and then shouted at the highest volume: "Miami friends, are you cool?"

"Cool!" Everyone, including the technicians in the audience, burst out with their maximum energy and shouted out the word with all their lung capacity. Waves of sound gathered in the center of the American Airlines Center, wave after wave. It's like you're going to blow up the whole arena.

"Good, I'm cool too!"

Yang Mo nodded slightly, jumped off the technical platform, and the audience cheered like a tsunami.

At this time, Yang Mo was the sole ruler of this stadium, and no one dared to go against its edge.

In the cheers of the audience, Yang Mo strode up to Stoudemire and looked at him coldly and disdainfully: "You are Stoudemire?"

Yang Mo's words were cold and domineering, and the empty breath completely overwhelmed Stoudemire, under the gaze of more than 20,000 fans. He couldn't even raise the courage to look at Yang Mo, but his mouth was still so stubborn: "Yes, I am, I'm here to blow you up tonight."

"Oh." Yang Mo nodded and turned around. Shake off a contemptuous sentence to the extreme: "Ants have also tried to stretch their legs to trip elephants." You'll know better than I know what you're going to do tonight. Shape up or ship out! ”

With that, Yang Mo walked to the bench of the Heat team, found a bench to sit down, took a bottle of sports drink and drank it up, watching the staff repair the basket that was smashed by him.

At this time, Wade came over, sat next to Yang Mo, and said, "I haven't seen you for half a month, you seem to be more powerful."

Hearing this, Yang Mo turned his head sideways to look at Dwyan, he felt that Wade's expression was a little unnatural, although he was smiling. An idiom suddenly popped up in my head: high merit shocks the master.

There is no doubt that the Heat are Dwyane's team, and he is so arrogant, and the fans in the stadium still treat him like emperors, and he can't feel jealous of this feeling.

So, Yang Mo smiled and stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around Wade's shoulder: "How can I keep up with you if I am not stronger?"

Yang Mo made a pun, but Dwyann listened to it but was very useful: "Well, come on!" I'll take you with me for the championship ring. ”

Wade's simple word 'belt' made Yang Mo suddenly a little stunned. If it had been a week ago, he would have gladly accepted it, after all, Wade is the big brother. But now, since he has been the absolute core for more than a week, his mentality has been completely different. He doesn't seem to want to be a general anymore, he wants to be a marshal more, and he prefers to command the whole team to attack the championship, rather than as a vanguard general to attack the city and assist others to win the crown.

At the moment when Yang Mo was stunned, Pat Riley on the other side shouted: "Dwyan."

Hearing this, Wade patted Yang Mo on the shoulder and walked over there.

At this time, Yang Mo was thinking about a question: If Dwyann comes back, how should I deal with myself?

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[Thank you for your support, you moved me so much, I didn't expect me to be a deserter, but you still let "violence" rush to the top ten. I love you, lovely and respectable readers! I will continue to update strongly, and it would be my dereliction of duty not to update 500,000 words this month. 】

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