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

Lin Lin's face was as pale as death, lifeless. Her lips trembled, like a leaf blown by a cold wind, lines of pain spreading across them. Her once bright eyes were now like stars obscured by dark clouds, dim and lifeless, as if the candle of life was about to be extinguished.

With her last ounce of strength, she tried to remove the fatal poison arrow. Her hand trembled like a candle in the wind, and each attempt felt like a fall into the abyss. The arrow embedded itself deeply in her body, and the venom spread rapidly like a venomous snake, devouring her life force. Her body weakened under the venom, like catkins in the wind, ready to dissipate at any moment.

Suddenly, another poisoned arrow struck like a ghost, piercing her throat with lightning speed. The force of the arrow was like a thousand-pound hammer, crashing down upon her. Her body trembled violently, her eyes widening with shock and despair. A deep, hoarse roar erupted from her throat, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with resentment and rage.

Her legs began to twitch incessantly, as if she had been electrocuted and could no longer control herself. Each twitch was accompanied by a painful moan, as if her body was waging a final struggle against death. Blood gushed from the corners of her mouth and neck like a flood, splattering on her clothes in shocking streams. Her hands fell limply, as if she had given up her hold on life in the final moment.

Her body slowly fell, mingling with the blood and corpses scattered across the ground, creating a gruesome scene. Her death was heartbreaking, her pale face and distorted expression seeming to speak of the endless pain she had endured. Yet, deep within her eyes, a glimmer of unyielding determination shone, a testament to her struggle against fate. Even in her final moments, her spirit would never be defeated.

The moment she collapsed, the world around her froze. The wind died, the leaves stopped rustling, as if mourning for her. Her blood dyed the ground red, creating a horrifying sea of ​​blood. The air was filled with the stench of death, suffocating.

Her passing is like a brilliant meteor streaking across the night sky, fleeting but leaving behind a lasting legacy. Her story will be told, and her spirit will forever inspire future generations to bravely face life's challenges and persevere in the pursuit of their dreams.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Lin Yao faced a desperate, life-or-death situation. Under wave after wave of ferocious, brutal, and merciless enemy attacks, Lin Yao struggled to hold out for a long time, but ultimately, her strength failed her, and she collapsed to the cold, hard ground.

Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief and astonishment. She couldn't believe she'd been defeated so easily. But by this point, she was already exhausted, her strength depleted, no longer able to withstand the enemy's fierce and deadly attack.

Instantly, there was a dull "puff!" as the enemy general's blade, gleaming with a cold gleam, pierced her body mercilessly. First, her fragile chest was struck, followed by her abdomen, and finally, even her back was not spared. Each blow from the sword and knife stabbed with excruciating pain, like a thousand ants gnawing at her bones, causing Lin Yao's body to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

Scarlet, boiling blood gushed out from the hideous wounds on her body like a flood, splashing onto the surrounding ground and instantly forming horrifying pools of blood. As the blood drained away, Lin Yao's once rosy complexion quickly turned pale as paper, and even her beautiful lips lost all color, appearing incomparably pale.

Despite this, Lin Yao refused to give up resistance. Using her last bit of strength, she gripped the enemy general's sword tightly, trying to stop them from advancing. Her eyes gleamed with determination and unyielding spirit, as if proclaiming her tenacity to the enemy.

However, fate showed a cruel side to this brave and fearless woman. Her efforts were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. More swords and knives pierced her body mercilessly from the hands of other enemy generals. Her arms, shoulders, legs, even her throat were pierced by swords and knives. Each wound was like a blooming flower of blood, bright and dazzling.

Her body trembled in agony, blood gushing from her wounds like a fountain, staining the ground beneath her red. Her eyes grew dim, as if the candlelight of her life was flickering in the wind, poised to go out at any moment.

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, which spread around her like a river. Her eyes remained wide open, staring intently at the group of hideous enemies before her. Her eyes were filled with resentment and anger, as if she was expressing her unyielding spirit against fate.

Her frail form, like a candle in the wind, fell heavily into a pool of blood. Then, the frenzied enemies rushed forward, their swords raining down like raindrops, ruthlessly piercing her already wounded body once again. Each blow seemed to carve a deep scar into her soul, doubling her pain.

Lin Yao's body collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, tumbling into a pool of blood. Blood gushed out of every wound on her body like a flood, quickly staining the ground beneath her in a shocking crimson. Her legs began to twitch violently and uncontrollably, each twitch accompanied by a heart-wrenching tremor of agony, as if her body were locked in a desperate struggle with death. Finally, her legs stopped twitching, and a warm liquid soaked her purple pantyhose.

Her lips trembled slightly, like the flickering flame of a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. She seemed to want to say something, but each word seemed strangled by an invisible force, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible breath. The sound was like a wail from the Netherworld, filled with endless pain and despair, leaving one's heart pierced.

Her fingers gripped the ground tightly, her nails digging deep into the dirt, as if it were her last straw. She strained with all her might, trying to grasp at this last shred of hope. However, her strength gradually faded, like mist blown away by the wind, and she eventually unconsciously let go.

She breathed out her last breath with difficulty, and it dissipated like smoke, as if it was the final sigh of her fragile life. Her eyes gradually became empty, losing their former brilliance. Her once bright eyes now became dim, as if the endless darkness had swallowed her soul.

In these final moments, Lin Yao's body teetered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of collapse. Her face was filled with pain and unwillingness, a twisted expression that was unbearable to watch. Her body trembled slightly, as if she were still trying to resist the approach of death, but it was all in vain.

Lin Yao's once beautiful eyes were now wide open, like two gemstones burning with anger, fixed fixedly on the group of hideous and vicious enemies before her. She didn't blink, as if she wanted to use this final gaze to express the endless resentment and unwillingness in her heart.

From the depths of her eyes, a heartbreaking despair and a deep-seated resentment emanated. It was an accusation of the injustice of fate and a most vicious curse against these ruthless enemies. Her gaze was like two piercing swords, piercing straight into the hearts of her enemies, a desire to cut them into pieces. Her eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if telling her enemies that even if her life were to end, she would never surrender to them.

Even as her body began to grow cold, the flame of her life dying, her eyes, brimming with hatred, never closed. Like two everlasting lamps, they illuminated the ugly faces of her enemies, revealing their sins. Even to the end of her life, Lin Yao would, in this way, sear the sins of her enemies deep within her soul, forever imprinted.

Finally, as the last, faint breath slowly escaped her mouth, Lin Yao's body completely relaxed. She collapsed limply into the shocking pool of blood, like a flower withered by a violent storm, stripped of its former beauty and vitality. A once vibrant life slipped away, leaving behind only a cold, lonely shell lying on the bloody battlefield.

At the command of the De'an City commander, the bodies of Lin Yao and Lin Lin were dragged out by soldiers and placed on the execution platform at the city's vegetable market. The commander was the first to insult Lin Yao and Lin Lin. Other commanders and soldiers followed suit, stripping them of their clothing and armor before also insulting them. Lin Yao and Lin Lin's bodies simply vomited blood, their appearance incomparably miserable, their naked bodies a testament to their injustice.

At this moment, a mouthful of blood from each of them flowed onto the jade pendants on their bare chests, instantly emitting a dazzling light.

A ray of bloodline light, like a mysterious veil, gently enveloped their jade pendants, as if it were the messenger of fate, bringing endless miracles. The light instantly bloomed into a dazzling golden light, as bright and dazzling as the sun.

Lin Yao and Lin Lin's bodies slowly levitated, as if freed from the constraints of the mortal world. Their wounds healed at an astonishing speed, as if healed by magic. Their skin became smooth as jade, as delicate as a newborn baby's, emitting a captivating radiance.

Their hair quickly sprouted purple, cascading down their shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering with a mysterious light. Purple eyeshadow added a depth and mystery to their eyes, as if they could see through everything in the world. Their lips, shimmering purple like a gorgeous flower, were as beautiful as nature's masterpiece.

Each of them wore a purple leather breastplate, hard and gorgeous, as if it were tailor-made for them. Beneath it was a triangle of leather armor, tightly wrapped around their lower body, revealing a clear cleavage and showcasing a unique sexiness and charm.

Lin Yao and Lin Lin, like ancient war goddesses, glowed with purple light, majestic and solemn. Their figures stood tall and straight, their auras imposing, as if they could conquer everything. Purple light flowed over them like nimble spirits, leaping and dancing, lending them an air of mystery and inviolability.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yao and Lin Lin's bodies burst into a dazzling purple light, like a brilliant star blooming in the night sky. This purple light was so strong that it illuminated the surrounding space, as if the entire world was enveloped by their radiance.

It turns out that Lin Yao's shared bloodline power is even more powerful than Lin Jing's original one. This power is like a dormant dragon; once awakened, it becomes unstoppable. Lin Yao and Lin Lin both possess the family's inherited purple light power, which can only be activated at the moment of death. If the delay exceeds two hours, the person will die completely.

Lin Yao's purple light inheritance was identical to Lin Huilian's green light, allowing her to instantly transcend her realm limits and reach the Earthly Immortal Realm. However, her body was enveloped by a ray of bloodline light, emitting a dazzling golden glow. Within this light, her body gradually escaped the longsword's piercing blow, and the wound in her throat healed with visible speed. The scars on other areas of her body where she had been struck by the sword also healed, as if they had never been injured.

Her skin, bathed in a medicinal bath, became smoother and exuded a charming fragrance. Her purple hair, as soft as silk, gently brushed against her cheeks, complementing her purple eyeshadow and lips to create a stunning picture.

Lin Yao's figure, shrouded in the purple light, appeared sacred and inviolable, like an ancient goddess of war descending upon the world, bringing hope and strength. Her beauty and majesty captivated and filled everyone with awe. It turned out that Lin Yao's shared bloodline power was even more powerful than Lin Fei's. Lin Yao possessed the family's purple light inheritance within her, a power that could only be activated instantly upon the death of the original body. Otherwise, if the delay exceeded two hours, the person would be dead. Lin Yao's purple light inheritance power was identical to Lin Huilian's green light inheritance power, and thus, Lin Yao had also reached the Earthly Immortal Realm. However, her entire body had transformed into a pervasive purple, as if imprinted on her skin. From her fingernails and toenails to her eyeshadow, lipstick, and hair, she no longer needed to wear makeup. Meanwhile, Lin Lin had reached the pinnacle of the Celestial Realm. Her entire body had also transformed into a pervasive purple, as if imprinted on her skin. From her fingernails and toenails to her eyeshadow, lipstick, hair, and leather bra and pants, she no longer needed to wear makeup.

At this moment, a shocking scene occurred! Behind each of them, gigantic, lifelike divine phoenixes emerged, seemingly breaking free from the void. The two divine phoenixes flapped their wings and soared high, radiating a dazzling light that illuminated the entire battlefield.

At the same time, two greatswords, gleaming with a mysterious purple light, were firmly grasped in their hands. The broad blades, their hilts inlaid with dazzling gems, clearly marked their extraordinary qualities. Matching these were the purple daggers tucked at their waists, dangling in exquisite scabbards. Though short, these daggers exuded a chilling aura that commanded no one to underestimate.

The purple, crystal-clear combat boots they wore were even more striking, their ten tiny feet, painted with purple nail polish, clearly visible. The soles of the boots were made of incredibly sharp, 12-centimeter high heels, like two gleaming daggers. Every time they moved, they left deep marks on the ground.

Suddenly, Lin Yao and Lin Lin cried out in unison, leaping up at the same time like lightning. Their mighty swords slashed through the air in a brilliant arc, wielding unparalleled sword energy as they fiercely swung toward the Lord of De'an, the generals, and the numerous soldiers. In an instant, the sword energy crisscrossed, forming a powerful storm that swept over them with the force of a tidal wave.

A sharp crackling sound echoed, and nothing in sight could withstand the terrifying sword energy. Whether it was the sturdy city walls, the sturdy weapons, or the soldiers who had no time to dodge, they were all torn to pieces by the raging sword energy. For a moment, the battlefield was covered in blood and flesh, a horrific sight.

The De'an commander had attempted to command a resistance, but he was too late to react. With a shrill scream, his head was easily severed by the sword's force and rolled to the ground. Without its commander, the De'an army fell into chaos, and the terrified soldiers fled in all directions.

However, Lin Yao and Lin Lin showed no mercy. They continued to swing their greatswords, ruthlessly harvesting lives. De'an City became a horrific slaughterhouse, strewn with broken limbs and blood. Before long, not a single living soul remained in this once prosperous city. Aside from Lin Yao and Lin Lin, only corpses and ruins remained.

After the massacre, Lin Yao and Lin Lin calmly walked to the city gate and gave it a gentle push, slowly opening the heavy gate. They then signaled their own soldiers, who had been waiting outside, to enter and take over De'an, now a dead city.