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

Finally, her body and limbs stopped twitching and shaking. Her hands, as if drained of their last bit of strength, drooped helplessly. Her body twisted in the air, forming an extremely strange posture, as if twisted into a terrifying shape by an invisible force.

Her leather bra and shorts were tattered, the tattered fabric hanging limply on her scarred skin like a candle in the wind. The hideous wounds, like ferocious centipedes, crawled all over her body with bared fangs and claws. The blood dripping from the wounds, intertwined with the tattered clothing, formed a horrifying scene.

Her eyes, bloodshot, stared fixedly at the direction that had once deeply wounded her. They were filled with endless resentment and resentment, as if she wanted to engrave this forever in her heart. Her gaze pierced through the endless darkness, as if issuing a final struggle against fate, a look of despair and determination.

At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds rolled in, as if to highlight her miserable state. The howling wind seemed to wail for Liu Yuan, its sound sharp and piercing, like the screams of evil spirits. The surrounding trees rustled, as if weeping for her. Their branches swayed in the wind, as if trembling at her departure.

Attracted by the smell of blood, several crows circled above Liu Yuan, occasionally emitting eerie cries. Their cries were like the bells of hell, ringing the melody of death. Their black feathers danced in the wind, as if they were commemorating her demise, adding an eerie atmosphere to the desolate scene.

The arrows that pierced her body were like the spines of a hedgehog, densely packed throughout. Each arrow pierced her skin deeply, and blood gushed from the wounds, flowing down the arrows, forming a series of shocking bloodstains. These bloodstains were particularly glaring against her pale skin, as if they spoke of the pain she had endured.

The massive crossbow bolt piercing her throat swung violently in the wind, its tip flashing a cold light, as if mocking her weakness. It pierced her mercilessly, freezing her life in an instant. Her body hung lifeless like an abandoned puppet, swaying in the wind. Her hair fluttered in the wind, obscuring her face and making it impossible to discern her final expression.

The arrows piercing her body were like a group of ferocious demons, gnawing at her flesh. As her body swung, they collided with each other, making a crisp and piercing clang. This sound was like the mournful music played by the god of death, adding an endless sense of desolation to her death.

Empress Liu Qian's younger sister, Liu Yuan, was left hanging in the air, a horrific sight. Her body, like a candle in the wind, was pierced mercilessly by countless arrows. Each wound was hideous, like the fangs of a demon, biting deeply into her flesh, and blood gushed out like a flood.

Those arrows, like demons from hell, ruthlessly tore through her body. Liu Yuan's black leather bra and shorts were already soaked in blood. The tattered leather fluttered in the wind like blood-stained flags, telling of her tragic legacy. Her long hair draped in disorder, mingling with the blood, creating a terrifying scene.

Blood continued to flow from her wound, forming a pool of bright red. The pool shone eerily in the sunlight, like an invitation to death. A blood scab gradually formed within the pool, the dark red scab clinging tightly to Liu Yuan's body like a thick layer of armor, yet unable to protect her fragile life.

Liu Yuan's face still held a look of despair and pain, her eyes wide open, as if she were still struggling desperately at the last moment, trying to escape this endless agony. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to shout something, but only faint gasps came out.

On this bloody battlefield, time seemed frozen. Liu Yuan's body still hung upside down, her limbs twisted in a bizarre position, as if torn apart by a demon. Her head hung low, her long hair cascading down, intertwining with the blood on the ground, creating a strange and terrifying scene.

Her death was so horrific it was unbearable to watch. Her eyes were wide open, revealing endless fear and despair. Those once bright pupils were now hollow, as if devoid of the sparkle of life. Her lips parted slightly, as if about to speak, but death sealed them forever.

Her body was covered in hideous wounds, blood gushing from them, staining her clothes and the surrounding ground red. Some wounds were so deep that the bone was visible, and even fragments of her internal organs could be seen. Her skin was as pale as paper, bloodless, forming a stark contrast to the blood.

Her body swayed slightly in the wind, as if bidding a final farewell to the world. The pool of crimson blood spread beneath her like a blooming flower of death, emitting a suffocating aura. Her figure swayed in the wind, gradually disappearing from view, leaving behind only her shattered shell and an eternal mark.

On this battlefield, her body became a stark reminder of the cruelty of war. The surrounding soldiers watched silently, their hearts filled with grief and anger. They knew how brave and fearless this young general had once been, willing to sacrifice her life for the court and the people. Yet, her tragic death now filled them with regret and grief.

When I arrived at lightning speed with the Zuo Shenwu Army, the scene before me was like a sharp sword, piercing my heart. The blood on the ground was like a scarlet painting, shocking, and Liu Yuan's cold body hanging upside down in the air was more like an unshakable iceberg, filling me with endless despair.

My heart sank into an icy cellar, grief surging like a tidal wave, nearly drowning me. I rushed frantically towards the Pyu army, my long sword slicing through the air with streaks of cold light, each stroke carrying with it my boundless rage and grief. Wherever the blade flashed, blood splattered, as if the pain within me had finally found outlet.

My soldiers were also infected by my emotions, their eyes filled with anger and hatred, and they followed me to fight bravely. The Pyu soldiers obviously did not expect us to arrive so quickly and so bravely, and their formation was instantly disrupted and panicked.

The battle raged for a long time, every moment filled with blood and slaughter. Finally, we successfully repelled the Pyu army, and the battlefield was filled with thick smoke and the smell of blood. I dragged my exhausted body to Liu Yuan's side and gently closed her wide-open eyes, as if to shield her from the ugliness of the world.

Trembling, I fed the resurrection pill into her mouth, but found it impossible to slide down her throat. The blood clot from the arrow wound had blocked her throat, preventing the pill from sliding smoothly down. As the minutes ticked by, my anxiety grew. Liu Yuan's death was about to exceed two hours, and the resurrection pill had a two-hour limit.

I was anxious, and I quickly channeled my Qi to clear my blood vessels and free the blockage. Beads of sweat gradually formed on my forehead, and my hands trembled slightly with nervousness. Finally, after some effort, the pill slid smoothly into Liu Yuan's stomach.

I watched her nervously, silently praying for a miracle. Time seemed to freeze, and every second seemed so long. Finally, after more than five minutes, Liu Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

At that moment, the heavy weight on my heart finally fell to the ground, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Watching Liu Yuan's face gradually regain its vitality, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief and joy.