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1198 The king is the sixth, the stags are going to cry(2/2)

I saw Wang Yi first hit a three-pointer with the logo in the center circle and hit it steadily.

Then he performed a gliding dunk from the free throw line.

Just look at the degree of deformation he pulled the rim to, you can tell that his right arm has fully recovered.

Doug no longer wanted to drink any red wine at this time, and directly threw the bottle on the table.

The red wine jumped out of the bottle restlessly.

Like a deer that has just been freed.

At the same time, Doug crushed the cigar into the ashtray.

The remaining half of the cigar was crushed to pieces.

Brother Dao was confused and distraught.

How is this possible, how the hell is this possible.

I spent such a high price just to prevent Wang Yi from winning this time. As a result, I was forced to retire and Wang Yi only missed one game.

This is equivalent to 5 people cutting the small braised eggs on the other side.

All 5 people joined in, and only one flash of Lu Dan was forced out.

I couldn't even revive.
Chapter completed!
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