April 25.
[——Good luck for promotions, making friends, cremation, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.
——Avoid betrayers, hospital visits, moving graves today.
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Feng Mu looked down, glanced at the junk advertisement messages on his phone, contemplative as he put the phone away.
With a slight flip of his fingers, several playing cards were caught between his fingers: spades 4, hearts 4, hearts 8, diamonds 7, clubs 4, hearts Q.
"The pattern is quite far off; if it were a bomb, it would only be missing a diamond 4."
Feng Mu flipped his fingers again, and the playing cards vanished like phantoms.
Wang Cong sat nearby, his pupils slightly contracted, completely clueless about how Feng Mu made the cards appear and disappear.
But he only thought it was some kind of magic trick, not dwelling on it, not having the mind to think about it.
