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

At that moment, the female soldier who had ruthlessly stabbed the dagger into Liu Yuan's navel had a face distorted to the extreme, like a demon from the abyss of hell. Her eyes were wide open, flashing with a chilling cold light, the cruelty and determination contained in them could instantly make the viewer's heart sink into an ice cellar.

The sharp dagger sliced ​​inward across Liu Yuan's soft abdomen, each movement tearing at her skin and bringing waves of excruciating, unbearable pain. Liu Yuan's face instantly turned as pale as paper, drained of all color, as if her life force had been drained away. Beads of sweat, the size of beans, continuously trickled down her forehead, dripping onto the ground, forming a stark contrast to her otherwise beautiful face.

Then, the female soldier gritted her teeth, exerted all her might, and thrust the dagger fiercely! A crisp, piercing sound, like the tolling of a death knell, echoed endlessly in the dead silence. With this thrilling sound, the dagger easily pierced Liu Yuan's belly and swiftly moved upwards.

In that fleeting moment, everything around him seemed to be suddenly cast under a spell, completely stagnating. Time seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force, frozen into an eternal and unchanging eternity.

Yet, that seemingly fleeting moment felt, to Liu Yuan, like a lifetime, a long, agonizing experience. The deep, jarring scratch didn't just brutally tear through her delicate skin and the underlying muscle tissue; it felt like a bottomless, insurmountable chasm, mercilessly blocking her path to life and abruptly severing it.

Liu Yuan's delicate body trembled violently from the excruciating pain, each tremor sending a throbbing pain signal deep into her bones. Instinctively, driven by a desire for survival, she subconsciously stretched out her arms, attempting to cover the gruesome wound with her delicate, boneless hands, hoping to staunch the gushing blood. Unfortunately, the opposite happened; all her struggles and efforts were in vain, completely futile.

The glaring crimson blood gushed out from between her slender fingers like a wild horse running free, or like a trickle of water, slowly. In the blink of an eye, it had soaked a large area of ​​the bed sheet, forming a shocking pool of blood...

At this moment, Liu Yuan was enduring excruciating pain unimaginable to ordinary people. This pain felt like thousands of poisonous insects gnawing at every inch of her skin and every nerve. A low, hoarse whimper involuntarily emanated from the depths of her throat. The sound was like the desperate wail of a wounded animal on the verge of death, heartbreaking; it was also like a shrill curse from the abyss of hell, filled with deep resentment and unwillingness.

Then, she couldn't help but let out a groan. It sounded like a bird with broken wings, its soaring freedom instantly vanishing, leaving only endless pain and despair. Her delicate, cherry-like mouth now formed a perfect "O" shape, as if she was trying to shout out her final protest with all her might. However, the sound that finally escaped from her lips was so weak that it was almost inaudible, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Looking at her long, straight, and naturally beautiful legs, she had completely lost control of them. They twitched and trembled, becoming increasingly violent, one after another, at an alarming rate. It was as if they were fighting a desperate, last-ditch effort, trying to escape the endless, tormenting pain that haunted her like a ghost, desperately searching for even the slightest chance of release.

But no matter how hard she tried, it was all in vain. Liu Yuan's body gradually grew limp, as if her vitality had been forcibly drained away by an invisible force. Her gaze gradually dimmed, and her once clear, bright, and piercing eyes now became dull and lifeless, like two long-dried wells.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!!" A horrifying, piercing sound suddenly rang out, as if it would pierce people's eardrums. Liu Yuan's blood slowly gushed out from the wound on her belly like a flood.

The crimson blood poured down like a scarlet waterfall with astonishing speed and force, instantly staining her once snow-white skin a shocking crimson. Liu Yuan's delicate abdomen, which had always been smooth and without a trace of fat, now looked horrible, covered in blood and scars.

Blood flowed continuously down Liu Yuan's body, soon gathering into a thick pool on the white bed sheet beneath her. Like a blooming blood-red flower, the pool exuded a suffocating, bloody odor, mercilessly announcing the tragedy.

"Ah—ah! Ah, ah!" Liu Yuan's moans grew louder, her body trembling violently. Her legs involuntarily spread apart, her hips jerking back as if to escape the horrific torture. However, the female soldier holding the long dagger thrust forward, slicing through Liu Yuan's abdomen. Liu Yuan opened her mouth and uttered a heart-wrenching, piercing scream, a sound like the wail of a night owl, chilling to the bone. Liu Yuan's face contorted, her body twitching constantly, her lips turning purple as she wailed in agony. Her legs trembled incessantly, as if to escape the endless agony. Sweat streamed down her forehead and cheeks, wetting her hair. Her body trembled relentlessly, as if on the verge of collapse. Her mouth parted slightly as if to utter a final sound, but only a faint breath escaped. That breath slowly dissipated into the air, like the last trace of her life. The female soldier who had slashed open her abdomen wasn't done yet. She continued to thrust the dagger upward, slicing through Liu Yuan's chest. With a sharp, swishing sound, the dagger instantly bisected her towering, proudly erect breasts, brutally splitting her chest down the middle and severing them. Instantly, Liu Yuan's delicate body, already convulsing with pain, trembled violently, followed by a final, shrill, desperate scream that resounded through the air: "Ahhhhh!" The sound seemed to pierce the soul, sending chills down one's spine. Liu Yuan's long, slender legs kicked wildly like willow branches in a gale, twitching and convulsing for a final time before she fell still. This beautiful and powerful girl who was at the peak of the Earth Realm was so weak that she couldn't stop bleeding from her lower body because of the okra. Then the chronic poison and the insect toxin took effect together, causing her to lose her ability to move. Her powerful internal force could not be exerted, and she was finally brutally killed on the big bed in her own luxurious bedroom by these killers who had no martial arts skills and disguised themselves as female soldiers. It was really ironic for this female expert at the peak of the Earth Realm. Liu Yuan would never have thought that she would die at the hands of these people whom she looked down upon. The strongest of these people was not even at the Yellow Realm. As one of the strongest, Liu Yuan never dreamed that she would be killed by these rats who were more than ten realms lower than her!

Finally, Liu Yuan's candle of life burned out, and she reached the end of her life. Her once delicate, beautiful face, now as pale as if struck by frost, lost its former radiance and charm. Her beautiful eyes remained wide open, as if wanting to take one more look at the world, yet also expressing resentment and condemnation of fate.

As her last breath slowly escaped her lips, Liu Yuan's body trembled violently, as if she had suffered a violent electric shock. Then, like a rag doll without support, she collapsed limply onto the bed. In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Her body resembled a flower that once blossomed in the warm spring sun, now withered and withered, its beauty gone. The youthful, energetic, and graceful Liu Yuan of yesteryear had vanished, replaced by a suffocating stillness and silence. Her once slender and powerful limbs had become limp and weak, spread out in a chaotic, haphazard manner, as if they could no longer bear the weight of life.

The light of life gradually faded from Liu Yuan's body until it vanished completely, leaving only a heartbreaking shell. All around her, a group of shameless female soldiers with little martial arts skills watched the whole thing with cold, indifferent eyes. There was no trace of pity or sympathy in their eyes, only endless cruelty, viciousness, and the excitement of having defeated a powerful enemy.

Liu Yuan's body slowly began to lose warmth, her once warm skin becoming cold and stiff. The scarlet bed sheet beneath her was a shocking sight, as if stained with blood. The bloody color seemed to symbolize the end of her life, silently revealing the pain and misfortune she had endured.

Recall the grand occasion of Liu Yuan's enthronement: at the southern tip of the vast continent, lay a vast and prosperous land known as South Asia. Ruling over this wondrous land was none other than the stunningly beautiful and renowned young Queen of Qi, Liu Yuan. Her territories encompassed not only the powerful Harsha Dynasty but also Pyu, Siam, and numerous smaller neighboring states. Combined, these territories encompassed an astonishing six million square kilometers.

At the same time, the population here is enormous, almost comparable to the immensely powerful Great Zhou Empire to the north. It's easy to imagine the immense power and resources wielded by this young and beautiful Queen Qi. She is none other than the younger sister of Empress Liu Qian of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a master of martial arts and a highly respected position.

Yet, who could have imagined that such a beautiful young princess, with such a respected status, immense power, and extraordinary strength, would suffer such a tragic end, ultimately perishing, thanks to the deliberate schemes and calculations of those around her?

As her loyal guards rushed into her chambers, they were met with a horrifying and shocking sight. The usually aloof and stunningly beautiful young princess lay peacefully on her luxurious bed. Her once delicate and fragile body was now completely naked, exposed to the elements. Even more agonizing was the sight of an incredibly sharp dagger piercing her slender neck, while another pierced her navel. Furthermore, her snow-white breasts had been ruthlessly slashed, leaving a horrific sight. Her pair of captivatingly plump breasts had been shattered and tilted in different directions. Crimson blood gushed from the wounds, instantly staining the bed in a horrifying pool. Clearly, the young princess was dead.

Looking at her face, which should have been filled with youthful vitality and a delicate glow, it was now as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. Her eyes, once as bright and moving as water, were still wide open, as if silently crying out to the world the great injustice she had suffered.

Such a tragic ending is truly hard to accept, sparking countless speculations. Who could be so heartless as to murder such a beautiful and powerful woman? What ulterior motives could have compelled those individuals to risk the wrath of the world to murder her? Is there a deeper conspiracy or secret hidden behind this? These questions linger in everyone's minds, making this matter even more confusing and puzzling, leaving one sighing and lamenting.

Liu Yuan, the young Princess of Qi, ruled over the South Asian kingdoms of Harsha, Pyu, Siam and other small neighboring countries, covering a total area of ​​more than six million square kilometers, with a population almost equal to that of the Great Zhou. Such a powerful and beautiful young princess, a top master at the peak of the Earth Realm, died due to the schemes of those around her, and lay miserably on the bed in her own bedroom. Such an end of hers cannot help but make people think a lot and sigh!