As soon as she finished praising Dongfang Jin, Baili Xia felt a chilling sensation around her neck.
A cold breath, suddenly attacked, engulfing her completely.
She shrank her neck, without looking back, she knew who was tormenting her with the chilling presence.
Was it just because she inadvertently praised him?
Indeed, Jin's shot was really impressive, and she truly thought it was remarkable.
This Uncle, why must he be so petty!
"Humph, what a rube!" Mu Xiaojiu trotted past Baili Xia towards the free-throw line.
Mu Xiaojiu stood at the free-throw line, took the ball, and dribbled a few times.
He glanced at the position of the basket, closed his eyes, and shot.
With a swoosh, nothing but net!
Ah ah ah ah! He made the shot with his eyes closed!
"Oh my God, Uncle!"
"Wow, Uncle is amazing, he can score with his eyes closed!"
"Uncle, I love you, Uncle!"
This time, the screams of these fans were even louder.