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

Qi Yanrong's body was completely pierced by countless bamboo swords, leaving it completely battered and riddled with holes! Scarlet blood gushed out like a flood, gushing out from every part of her body. In an instant, it gathered into thick, terrifying columns of blood. These columns rose high, then slammed heavily onto the ground, sending blood splattering everywhere like a bloody rainstorm.

The bright red liquid splattered down, some dripping onto the jade-green grass, quickly spreading out like a bunch of enchanting and eerie blood-colored flowers blooming wantonly. They exuded a strong and pungent bloody odor that made people nauseous and their stomachs churn.

Looking at Qi Yanrong's eyes again, they were still wide open, the degree of bulging beyond imagination. It seemed as if her eye sockets would be forcibly stretched open at any moment, and her eyeballs bulged outwards abruptly, as if they would fall out of their sockets and onto the ground at any moment. Her eyes were filled with astonishment and indescribable pain, the deep fear of death and utter despair for life clearly visible.

Her lips trembled slightly. The once vibrant, alluring rosy color had faded, replaced by a pale, lifeless color. Furthermore, the pale lips were stained with specks of blood, giving them a bleak appearance. From her throat, faint, yet painful moans emanated from time to time. The sound was deep and suppressed, as if emanating from the depths of the underworld, sending chills down one's spine, sending a chill through the entire body.

Her delicate limbs were now tightly bound by rough ropes, which dug deep into her delicate skin, leaving a series of shocking, deep bloody marks that could be seen through the bones. Each bloody mark was so hideous, as if telling of the immense pain she had endured.

The razor-sharp bamboo swords, like the fangs of a demon, pierced her fragile frame. Some even cruelly pierced through her bones, penetrating deep into her marrow, inflicting excruciating pain. Her body trembled and convulsed in unbearable agony, her once firm and graceful muscles twisted and deformed in the agony. She looked as if she were experiencing an unparalleled struggle for life and death.

As time passed, Qi Yanrong's consciousness gradually grew hazy. Her vision was no longer clear, replaced by thick darkness, like an endless abyss that threatened to swallow her whole. Her breathing grew increasingly shallow, each inhale and exhale becoming labored, as if it would cease completely in the next moment.

Her pale, cracked lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something to express the resentment and despair deep in her heart. However, in the end, she could only squeeze out a soft sigh from her throat, a sigh full of helplessness and sadness that was heartbreaking to listen to.

Finally, after a long and brutal ordeal, her body could no longer support itself, and all twitching ceased. Her hands, once brimming with life and energy, now seemed to have lost their strength, drooping limply. She hung lifeless from the ropes, like a shattered, abandoned rag doll, a sight unbearable to behold. Warm liquid trickled down her fair thighs, her miserable appearance heartbreaking. Her eyes became hollow and lifeless, as if all life had been drained from her. Qi Yanrong, once full of life and fighting spirit, was now nothing but a horrific corpse, hanging there silently, a victim of this brutal war. Her blood stained the grass beneath her, creating a shocking sea of ​​crimson.

Seeing Qi Yanrong already dead, Hong Sen and Nguyen Van Hung quickly ordered their officers to remove her head. Armed with broadswords, the two officers advanced, about to chop off her delicate head, when two arrows pierced their throats, sending them sprawling to the ground, dead without a single groan. A female officer, followed by a detachment of archers and a large force of cavalry, approached from a distance. It was Miao Xiu Li, who had led the 2,500-man Left Divine Martial Army to rescue Xiao Mingyue. Hong Sen and Nguyen Van Hung exchanged blows with Miao Xiu Li, realizing they were no match for her. They quickly retreated, but Miao Xiu Li finally managed to save Qi Yanrong's body. She quickly prepared to deliver the resurrection pill Xiao Mingyue had received from the system, which she had rewarded her with, into Qi Yanrong's throat.

Miao Xiuli stared at Qi Yanrong nervously, holding the resurrection pill tightly in her hand. She carefully put the pill into Qi Yanrong's throat, then used her inner strength to push the pill down, making it slide smoothly into her stomach.

As the pills took hold, Qi Yanrong's body began to undergo subtle changes. Her pale complexion gradually took on a blush, as if the force of life were being re-injected into her. Miao Xiuli gently stroked Qi Yanrong's cheek, feeling her gradually returning body temperature.

Qi Yanrong's chest began to rise and fall slightly, initially just a faint tremor, but as time went on, it became more and more obvious. Her huge chest was violently thrusting, as if she was fighting against death, trying to regain her own life.

Miao Xiuli's eyes were filled with anticipation and joy. She knew this was a sign of Qi Yanrong's resurrection. She gently removed the bamboo swords from Qi Yanrong's body one by one, applying the special ointment to her blood-stained body. She continued to gently remove the bamboo swords from Qi Yanrong's body, each one seeming to carry a memory of a past battle.

When the last bamboo sword was removed, Qi Yanrong's body suddenly trembled violently. Her eyes slowly opened, and her once dull pupils once again glowed with brightness. She took a deep breath, a breath that seemed to have struggled out of endless darkness, filled with a desire for life.

This brave female general with a baby face and big breasts finally regained her breath, returned from the brink of death, and regained her vitality!

Qi Yanrong's eyes gradually focused, and she saw Miao Xiuli, with a flicker of gratitude and surprise in her eyes. She tried to sit up, but her body was still very weak, so Miao Xiuli quickly supported her and let her lean on her shoulder.

"I... I'm still alive?" Qi Yanrong's voice was a little hoarse, with an unbelievable tone.

"Yes, you're alive!" Miao Xiuli said excitedly, "It was Censor Xiao's resurrection pill that saved you."

Qi Yanrong's eyes revealed gratitude to Xiao Mingyue. She knew that she was able to come back to life thanks to Xiao Mingyue's life-saving grace. She held Miao Xiuli's hand tightly, feeling the miracle of life.

At this moment, Qi Yanrong's heart was filled with hope and courage for the future. She knew she would embark on a new journey, fighting for justice and her beliefs. And Miao Xiuli would always be by her side, facing the challenges ahead together.