He glanced at the score, 93 to 63.

They have ahead of 30 points.

But this does not seem to be enough.

Although the morale of the hell messenger has fallen to the bottom of the valley, the bone collectors and the cloud ladder have not given up.

Wang Yi gritted his teeth, and the last minute and a half will make you give up completely.

The hell messenger team shot a three -pointer by the bone collector.

Let the players a little moralely mentioned such a trace.

Seeing this, Wang Yi turned suddenly and ran to the frontcourt.

At the same time, he shouted to the little dirty braid in his mouth: "Serve!"

Small dirty braids will care, and quickly cross the bottom line to grab the ball and throw it towards the frontcourt.

at the same time.

Click to click- ——

A lightning tore in the night sky.
Chapter completed!