"Magpie, everyone is waiting for you to open the card." Tang Yu looked at the magpie and sneered.

"Hmm, do you think your two cards are big enough to win? I have three. Let's go! " The magpie's mouth is hard, but its hands tremble, leaving droplets of sweat on its forehead. After all, it's the turn that decides his life and death.

Toughened for a moment, the magpie flipped off the card in an instant.

"Ah! He lost!"

"Only two three, one five, bad luck!"

"Can he really cut his throat?"

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