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

King Liu Yuan of Qi was once a man of immense power and prestige. She commanded a vast army, ruled a vast territory, and enjoyed the utmost splendor and wealth, with countless people bowing before her majesty. However, in these seemingly peaceful days, fate quietly shifted, and a deadly conspiracy slowly approached her.

That day, Liu Yuan, as usual, gathered her lovers for a drink and merrymaking. Little did she know, among these beauties, lay a group of assassins with ulterior motives. Wearing human skin masks and disguised as female soldiers, the assassins skillfully blended in, their faces plastered with flattering smiles, their eyes gleaming with a sinister coldness.

After three rounds of drinks, Liu Yuan's spirits grew even higher. Seizing the opportunity, the assassins, seizing her moment of letdown, slipped a muscle softening powder, designed to suppress her internal energy, into her wine glass. Unaware, she drank it all in one gulp.

"Shall we play bondage today?" one of the women soldiers asked, pulling out a thick hemp rope from her waist and expertly tying Liu Yuan's hands behind her back. The rope was wrapped around her wrists several times, tightening tightly so that Liu Yuan could not break free. Then, the rope was wrapped around her wrists several times, tightening tightly so that Liu Yuan could not break free. Her arms were tied tightly behind her back, leaving deep marks on her wrists from the rough rope, and her skin turned red from the excessive friction. Her legs were spread apart, her knees bent, and her ankles were also tightly bound by ropes, making it impossible for her to move. They tied Liu Yuan tightly to the bed, with her hands tied behind her back, making it impossible for her to resist. They knew that Liu Yuan liked the excitement of being tied up, so she would not resist. Of course, Liu Yuan would not resist. Instead, she seemed a little happy and asked excitedly, "Apart from bondage, what else can we do today?"

The female soldiers quickly and skillfully untied Liu Yuan's shorts and thigh straps, which they had just taken off her, and pulled out two large-caliber pistols. Their movements were gentle and smooth, as if all this had been carefully rehearsed.

Then, they slowly walked to the bedside, cold pistols in hand, aiming at Liu Yuan's brow and throat. The muzzles flashed a cold light, revealing a deadly threat. The female soldiers' fingers gently caressed the triggers, as if relishing the moment's sense of control.

Liu Yuan, who originally had a happy smile on her face, now said excitedly: "Sisters... you want to test my internal strength to withstand bullets, right? Okay... shoot! Shoot me to death!" There was a slight tremor in her voice, as if she had used up all her strength to utter every word.

Her eyes flickered with excitement, but when she tried to summon her inner strength, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her dantian, as if countless steel needles were piercing her simultaneously. Her body trembled violently, and her expression twisted.

A flicker of despair flashed across Liu Yuan's eyes, her pupils dilated with fear, as if she could see her own death. She struggled desperately, trying to break free from the ropes, but they were as strong as steel, tightly gripping her body and preventing her from moving. Without the inner strength that supported her, how could she break free from the ropes, made of cow sinew and steel wire?

A faint sound escaped her throat, as if squeezed through her teeth, filled with fear and a plea for mercy. Liu Yuan's face instantly turned pale, her lips trembling slightly as she murmured with difficulty, "Don't... don't shoot... please..." Her voice grew weaker and weaker, finally becoming almost a silent whimper.

However, what was unexpected was that the expressions of those female soldiers who looked like their mistresses did not change at all, and in fact became even more ferocious. They were like a group of emotionless killing machines, completely indifferent to Liu Yuan's pain.

Their gazes were cold and resolute, without a trace of pity or hesitation. Their gripped guns were fixed steadily on Liu Yuan's brow and throat, as if this were just another ordinary mission. In this suffocating, tense atmosphere, time seemed to have frozen, and the only thing on earth was Liu Yuan's fate, hanging by a thread.

Suddenly, "Bang! Bang!" Two crisp gunshots pierced the silence of the night. The bullets whizzed through the air like lightning, piercing Liu Yuan's brow and throat with astonishing speed and accuracy.

Liu Yuan's body trembled violently, as if struck by a tremendous force. Her blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, splashing onto the pristine white sheets, forming a shocking bloodstain. The bloodstains spread rapidly, staining the sheets a crimson that was terrifying to the very sight of.

Liu Yuan's eyes, wide as bells, stared fixedly ahead, as if her soul were still lingering in that moment, unwilling to believe she was dead. Her eyes revealed endless pain and unwillingness, as if accusing her of this sudden death.

Her face was twisted in agony, its once beautiful features now appearing hideous and terrifying. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a half-smile that was terrifying. Was it a mockery of fate, or a contempt for death?

A thick stream of blood gushed out of Liu Yuan's mouth, like a fountain. Blood stained her lips red, trickled down her chin, and formed a startling streak across her fair skin. Her small tongue, pierced by a tongue ring, jutted out from her mouth, drooping at the corner, as if uttering her final words.

Her body was completely naked, completely uncovered. The graceful figure that had once captivated countless men now lay lifeless on the ground like a lifeless corpse. Who could have imagined that the powerful King of Qi, Liu Yuan, could be so easily shot in the head by those female soldiers, ending her life of debauchery?

Liu Yuan, the former King of Qi, tragically ended her life amidst conspiracy and assassination. Her body gradually cooled, the light of life extinguished. A warm liquid flowed between her legs, a trickle of liquid that slowly gathered into a stream on the bedsheets. The stream exuded a pungent, unpleasant odor, as if it were the last trace of her existence in this world.

The once-glorious palace now lay in a dead silence. The night wind blew past the window, a mournful wail, as if uttering the final wailing for the once-mighty King of Qi. Liu Yuan's body lay quietly on the bed, as if time had frozen in time. Her eyes, wide open and bulging, were filled with fear and pain, as if she had experienced a horrific nightmare before her death.

Blood gushed out of the two bloody holes between his eyebrows and throat like fountains, forming two shocking pools of blood. The pools of blood spread across the bedsheets, staining the originally pristine white sheets a dark red. That dark red was like a blooming flower of death, emitting a suffocating aura.

Her mouth hung open, as if she couldn't believe this ending until her death. Her once lively tongue now lurched to the side, adorned with a dazzling silver ring that shone eerily amidst the foaming blood she spat out. The silver tongue and lip rings glared especially brightly in this eerie atmosphere, as if they had once symbolized her luxurious life, now a sign of death.

Her hair lay disheveled on the pillow, her once beautiful face now twisted and hideous. Her skin had lost its luster, turning as pale as paper, as if the very energy of life had been drained away in an instant. Her fingers clutched the sheets tightly, as if she were struggling in her final moments, grasping at the life that had already slipped away.

The entire scene was filled with blood and horror, leaving people shuddering. Liu Yuan's death seemed to be the end of a tragedy, leaving behind only endless sorrow and regret.

Her body, which should have been covered by clothes, was now exposed to the air without reservation. Her body was completely naked. Her skin, which was originally as white as snow, now looked creepy pale, as if the breath of life was slipping away from her body bit by bit.

Her hands were tied tightly behind her back, the rough ropes digging deep into her wrists, leaving dark red marks. Her feet were also firmly fixed to the foot of the bed, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move even a little bit.

However, the most unbearable thing was that there was a light yellow stain on the bed sheet below her thighs, which was the last warm liquid that flowed out of her lower body. This liquid gathered into a stream, spreading on the white bed sheet, emitting a pungent smell.