Because she knew what kind of person Ouyang Wanzhang was.
Furthermore, through the "Dark Eyes," Ouyang Qianjin discovered that the other party was actually a hidden class and had deliberately lowered their level using some skill.
"Sis, you know what kind of person I am, so of course I'm very happy!"
Having already been brought up to this point by Miss Ouyang, Ouyang Wanzhang had no intention of pretending any longer.
He turned to look at Eight Fingers, who was still raising his fist, and laughed with a twisted expression.
"Look at this idiot, completely bewildered. He's a masterpiece to me!"
“Ouyang Wanzhang, you…”
Bang!
Before Bazhi could finish speaking, Ouyang Wanzhang punched him so hard that his head exploded.
He never understood the meaning behind what Ouyang Qianjin and Ouyang Wanzhang had just said.
But that sentence is no longer important.
It doesn't matter to him, who is already dead.
"Thank you for the joy you brought me. Your expression just now will make me laugh for at least three to five days. Thank you."
Ouyang Wanzhang clasped his hands together, which were covered in blood, brain matter, and hair.
He bowed solemnly before the eight-fingered corpse lying on the ground, as if in prayer.
"Your family's personalities are truly awful."
"I was someone who couldn't win but insisted on winning. My dad named me 'Qianjin' (meaning 'precious daughter'), so he named you 'Wanzhang' (meaning 'ten thousand feet') and 'Wanzhu' (meaning 'ten thousand trees')."
"Someone who likes to play the victim because of his baby face just so he can see the incredulous and desperate look on others' faces when they turn the tables."
"She only knows how to hide in the shadows, spread rumors, sow discord, and make others her cannon fodder while she reaps the benefits."
Upon seeing this scene, Ouyang Qianjin couldn't help but complain.
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