Violent striker

() Returning to the Maserati with Yi Yi's support, Yang Mo's consciousness has long been blurred. He doesn't even know where he is now, let alone what direction he is.

hum! !

The Maserati started suddenly, and a gust of night wind slapped Yang Mo's face head-on, blowing away a lot of the alcohol lingering around his mouth.His consciousness has also been sobered up a lot by the way.

"You already knew that the pair of dogs and men would appear here, right?" Before Jiu Jin regained the gap in his thoughts, Yang Mo took the time to ask Zhou Yi one by one.

"Yes!" Zhou Yiyi did not deny it, and quickly gave an affirmative answer.

"Oh!" Yang Mo nodded. At this time, his spirit of alcohol was gradually on the rise, and before his thoughts were completely invaded, he said sincerely: "Thank you!"

"Who wants your thank you?" Zhou Yi heard this one by one, his voice suddenly increased, he turned his head and warned seriously: "Yang Mo, let me tell you, I don't want your thank you, I just want you. Now The whole world knows that you are my boyfriend, you have to be responsible, you know?"

It's a pity that the only answers to her were the whistling sound driven by the speed of the car in her ears and Yang Mo's slight snoring as light as a mosquito.

After slowing down and making sure Yang Mo was asleep, a wry smile slowly appeared on Yiyi's face.She turned her head to look at the sleeping Yang Mo.He muttered in a low voice: Why are you so stubborn?I have long said that Yan Li is not a good woman, she was so determined before, and now she regrets it?Know who loves you the most...  

The car drove very slowly, similar to the old couple taking a walk, Zhou Yiyi didn't want to finish this alone time so quickly, she really had too many things to say to Yang Mo.

By the time she finished the grievances and lingering affection that had been suppressed in her heart for these years, it was already one o'clock in the morning.At this time, Maserati also just stopped downstairs at Yang Mo's house.

The car stopped, but Yang Mo still didn't wake up.He drank a little too much tonight.

Seeing that Yang Mo was so drunk on Monday, he could only take off his high heels, slowly helped Yang Mo out of the car, and then walked upstairs with great difficulty. After putting Yang Mo on the bed with great difficulty, Zhou Yiyi was already so tired that his whole body was drenched and out of breath.He could only lie on the bed with Yang Mo.

When Yi Yi lay next to Yang Mo, her chest slowly rose and fell with Yang Mo's breathing, she began to feel that the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous.Gradually, her breathing also began to become short. This was the first time she lay on a man's bed.

Soon, the space between her lips and teeth became more and more dry, and she could clearly feel that all her breathing was white hot air.

So, she took off her clothes with great difficulty, exposing the limited edition Victorian bra to the air.She thought that Yang Mo was already asleep anyway, and there was no one else in this room.Moreover, so what if he saw it?It's a big deal to catch up with my first time.The thinking of a female man is so sturdy.

Thinking about it this way, she procrastinated very calmly.Anyway, she wished she could become Yang Mo's woman sooner.

After taking off her clothes, she didn't feel that the heat on her body had weakened, on the contrary, it burned more intensely.She really wanted to leave the steamy room, but she couldn't move her legs no matter what.She didn't know what happened either. .

Under the entanglement, she simply took off her pants with a bold and bold personality.After feeling hot, I took off my whole body without doing anything.

In her opinion, since Yang Mo couldn't see it anyway, taking it off means not taking it off.

At this moment, when Zhou Yiyi was confused by the fact that his body was still hot and his breathing was still hot and hot, Yang Mo suddenly emitted a burst of colorful light from his chest, and then turned over without warning and pressed her Body.Before Zhou Yiyi even had time to scream, Yang Mo quickly tore apart all the obstacles on his body.

Don't! Don't!Brother Mo, how can you be like this?

When Zhou Yiyi came to his senses and issued a warning.It was too late, because Yang Mo's body had already entered.

The moment he entered, Zhou Yiyi was in extreme pain, feeling as if he was being torn apart.

However, soon, a warm sense of comfort filled the whole body.While twitching back and forth, she felt like her whole life was complete.She had never been so full and full.

She liked this sense of fullness, so she couldn't help but groaned.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the groaning of satisfaction also permeated the hustle and bustle in the quiet early morning under the gaze of the stars in the sky for a long, long time.

I don't know how long it took, but Yang Mo was finally unable to hold the Jing Guan under the strong exercise stimulation and friction, and poured all his heart out.Following Yang Mo's last 'knowing blow', Yi Yi, who had already been like mud, couldn't help but let out a high-pitched howl, and then fell into a numb coma.

At the same time, Yang Mo's soul was pulled away at that moment, and then he felt that he was in a colorful space.Just as I was about to ask what happened, I heard an inhuman metallic voice coming from my ear: The mission has started.Task name: Refuse to sweep.Quest reward, Shaq O'Neal's 60.00% power.

As soon as this sentence ended, Yang Mo once again felt his soul being pulled out of the colorful space, and then he felt a roar in his ears, and then he suddenly found himself in a stadium full of people.After looking around for a week, Yang Mo was stunned - all around him were strangers whom he didn't know at all, and this was not China at all, they were all English letters or blond and blue-eyed and black people.

"What's going on? Did I time travel?" Yang Mo muttered to himself.

Before he could finish his muttering, a string of fluent English came from his ears: "Shaq, are you ready? Tonight is our last chance to prove ourselves. No one wants to be swept away. The whole of Orlando Don't want us to be swept out of our house by the goddamn Houstonians."

English is not surprising, and it is not surprising that I can understand it.The strange thing is, when Yang Mo turned his head, he saw a familiar face, handsome and handsome. There are not many nba players who can apply these two words to one person, and there are even fewer black players. Hardaway!

"Are you Penny?" Yang Mo asked in shock.

"Did you get knocked out by the basketball thrown by the caddy? I'm not in the mood to tell you a joke right now. That's right, I'm Hardaway, the point guard of this team!" Hardaway said impatiently. I hate O'Neill making such silly jokes at critical moments.

"Then I am?" Yang Mo continued to ask.

"Shaq O'Neal!" Hardaway became even more impatient.

"I'm O'Neal?" Yang Mo froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

After receiving this Arabian Nights-like notification, Yang Mo looked himself up and down carefully.As a result, he was even more astonished, because he found that his skin color had already turned black unconsciously, and his body had swelled to at least one and a half times its previous size, and the viewing angle of other people had naturally changed to looking down .

drop!

Time didn't give Yang Mo too much time to be amazed. A loud scream from the arena dispersed the cheerleaders and staff from the arena.

Now, the pitch belongs to the players.

However, Yang Mo or Shaquille O'Neal had no idea that the battle was about to start.

"Come on, Shaq."

While Yang Mo was in a daze, a short man beside him gently pushed him.

"Oh!"

Yang Mo nodded in dismay, mechanically took off his training coat, and followed his teammates to the field.As soon as I arrived at Zhong Yang, a familiar face walked towards me.This guy, who was obviously not a teammate, patted Yang Mo on the shoulder lightly, and said, "Shaq, you are still young, don't be depressed, the future will be yours."

The tone is very kind, not like a killing struggle between the two.On the contrary, it is like the comfort and support of the elders to the younger ones.

Yang Mo looked down at this person: Olajuwon?

At this moment, he finally understood one thing: the mission just now was to refuse to sweep, and in history the Rockets did sweep the Magic in the finals of the 94-95 season, didn't it?Am I replacing O'Neill to change this history?