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... science: [The card colors are divided into white, green, blue, red, purple, gold, and black.

  White card is a common prize, green card is a primary prize, blue card is an intermediate prize, red card is a senior prize, and purple card is a special prize.

  The gold card is also called the legendary card, and the black card is called the supreme card, and the corresponding prizes are absolute treasures and invaluable.

  The farm you drew first, if you unlock it with gold coi ...

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