The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Lin Lin was desperately fighting the enemy when suddenly, a poisoned arrow shot out from the darkness like a ghost. She felt a sharp sting as the arrow lodged deeply into her shoulder. The venom on the arrow spread rapidly, eroding her body like a venomous snake.

Lin Lin's face instantly turned pale as paper, completely devoid of blood. Her lips trembled slightly in agony, as if uttering the immense pain she endured. Her eyes gradually lost their luster, their once bright pupils becoming dim and lifeless, as if the flame of life were gradually extinguished.

She tried to pull out the poison arrow with her hands, but found that her strength was gradually draining away. Every effort was like a desperate tug-of-war with death, and her body became weaker and weaker under the erosion of the poison.

At that moment, another poisoned arrow shot out like lightning, piercing her throat. The impact of the arrow made her body tremble violently. Her eyes widened, and a low roar erupted from her throat. The roar was filled with resentment and anger, as if questioning why the heavens had treated her so unfairly.

Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth and neck, staining her clothes like a crimson waterfall. Her hands drooped limply, as if she had given up the struggle for life in the final moment. Her body slowly collapsed, merging with the blood and corpses on the ground, forming a heartbreaking scene.

Her death was extremely tragic, and one cannot help but feel sad for her fate. Her eyes still shone with an unyielding light, as if telling the world that although she fell, her spirit will never be defeated.

Lin Yao was terribly anxious when she saw Lin Lin shot. She desperately tried to save Lin Lin, but was tripped by a lasso and fell to the ground. She struggled to stand, but found her legs numb. The sharp blade of the lasso had cut her thigh, and the poison in the blade had numbed her entire lower body.

At this moment, the enemy army surged forward like a surging tide, overwhelming the sky and surrounding the helpless Lin Yao. These vicious enemies, each with a ferocious look on their faces, wielded gleaming swords, and mercilessly slashed and stabbed at Lin Yao.

Lin Yao remained undaunted despite being surrounded. She gritted her teeth and desperately wielded her spear, desperately trying to fend off the onslaught of attacks. However, due to the poison she had accidentally contracted earlier, her strength had long been depleted. Even the spear, which she relied on to defend herself, could not withstand the ferocious onslaught and snapped in two.

Without her weapon, Lin Yao felt the situation was dire, but she refused to surrender. Facing the enemy's relentless, relentless barrage of swords and spears, she could only rely on her nimble agility to dodge left and right. Even so, those incredibly sharp weapons constantly slashed across her delicate frame, leaving countless horrific, flesh-wrecking wounds in the blink of an eye. Like a flood bursting through a dam, crimson blood gushed out from the deep, bone-piercing wounds, instantly staining her clothes even more crimson. Her blood splattered the surrounding ground, and the air was filled with a strong, pungent scent of blood. Her mouth also gushed blood continuously, a sight truly pitiful and tragic.

Lin Yao was now covered in wounds, blood gushing from her mouth in a poignant, beautiful stream. Her once beautiful face was twisted in agony, a sight of utter misery. Despite the devastation, Lin Yao's eyes still burned with rage, filled with endless despair and a deep sense of unwillingness. She endured the excruciating pain, supporting her shaky body with trembling hands, mustering the last ounce of strength in a final, desperate attempt.

Unfortunately, fate ultimately did not favor this brave and fearless woman. Under relentless enemy attack after relentless attack, Lin Yao finally collapsed to the ground. Her eyes widened in disbelief. She clutched the enemy general's sword, attempting to halt its advance. However, her strength was exhausted, and she could no longer withstand the onslaught.

The enemy general's sword mercilessly pierced her body, first her chest, then her abdomen, and finally her back. Every blow brought piercing pain, causing Lin Yao's body to tremble uncontrollably.

Blood gushed out from her wounds, splashing onto the ground around her, forming shocking pools of blood. Her face turned pale as paper, and her lips lost their color.

Despite this, Lin Yao refused to give up resistance. With her last remaining strength, she gripped the enemy's sword tightly, trying to inflict some damage. Her eyes gleamed with determination and unyielding spirit, as if proclaiming her tenacity to the enemy.

However, her efforts were in vain. More swords pierced her body mercilessly from the hands of other enemy generals. Her arms, shoulders, legs, even her throat were pierced by swords. Each wound gradually extinguished the flame of her life, and her eyes grew dimmer.

Finally, after her throat was mercilessly pierced, Lin Yao's body could no longer withstand such heavy damage. She slowly collapsed into a pool of blood, staining the ground beneath her. Her eyes remained wide open, staring intently at the group of hideous enemies before her, as if expressing her unwillingness and anger.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but only a weak breath came out. Her body trembled continuously, as if she was fighting a final struggle with death. Her fingers tightly grasped the ground, trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope for life, but it was too late.

Her frail form, like a candle in the wind, fell heavily into a pool of blood. Immediately afterwards, the frenzied enemies rushed forward, their swords raining down like raindrops, ruthlessly piercing her already battered body once again. Lin Yao stared intently at the hideous enemies before her, unable to close her eyes until her final moment, clearly unable to close them.

Her face was filled with pain and despair, her eyes revealing her reluctance to leave this world and her hatred for her enemies. Her blood flowed on the ground, forming a shocking pool, as if telling the world about her tragic experience.

Just like that, Lin Yao and Lin Lin were killed just as they entered De'an City. Their tragic end not only reflected the ruthlessness of war but also told everyone about the traps and snares of war. No matter how high your kung fu is, you will be calculated by despicable enemies.