Despair, what have you promised me?

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Xia Yimo looked everywhere. When she saw a figure on the table at 21 o'clock, her face suddenly turned bad. Even at that moment, she felt that her blood had stopped flowing.

Ling smiled at the excitement of the original look, but felt that the mood of the people around him was somewhat wrong, instinctively pulled back to look at... See Xia Yimo's face pale, breathless, eyes dead staring ahead, face with more and more intense anger.

Ling smiled with Xia Yimo's eyes, but he didn't know where to fix his eyes. After all, they were all kinds of gambling tables in the...