"He is responsible for treating diseases, performing surgery, and solving everyone's problems, so that we can live well," Bosser said.

"He can be like us, too."

"If he were like us, there would be a missing doctor in the world who never failed."

There is an introverted and mean mortal.

Hill rushed back and brimmed with Mo Mengchen: "Dad, it's well transmitted."

"Stop talking nonsense." Mo Mengchen said to Hill, "I'll sell you a flaw later, you're ready."

Hill should be.

Brelock originally wanted to play tactics as the old man told him, but Mo Mengchen's defense was simply too much.

With such a bad defense, the Pistons dare to let him defend against the opponent's arrow?

There is no protection at the basket yet?

Only idiots will miss this opportunity to give points!

Brelock had a calm face and shouted softly, breaking through Mo Mengchen's defense. At that moment, Hill, who should have been staring at Corbin, suddenly turned around and raided Brelock.

"Grant Hill steals!"

“Dor.Mo is running!”

"Passed!"

His long fax is a handy one.

Mo Mengchen took the ball and said in his heart that there was only a basket in front of him. He grabbed the ball and jumped up with force, dunked with one hand.
Chapter completed!