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

A tall, valiant female soldier approached quickly, her steps steady and powerful, as if each step left a deep mark on the ground. In her hand, she clutched the precious sword Liu Yuan always carried, its blade gleaming with a chilling light.

This precious sword is no ordinary weapon. It can cut through iron like mud, so sharp that any hard object becomes as fragile as tofu before it. The female soldier grips the hilt with both hands, raising the sword high, her arm muscles tensed, showing her great strength.

Her gaze was fixed on Liu Yuan's neck, where the skin was so white and delicate, as if it could be broken by a blow. Without hesitation, the female soldier swung her sword, and with a sharp sound, it struck Liu Yuan's neck.

With a gust of wind, the precious sword struck Liu Yuan's slender neck. Instantly, a stream of scarlet blood gushed out, like a blooming red lotus, poignant and gorgeous. Liu Yuan's body trembled again, her eyes filled with shock and fear, and a low roar emanated from her throat: "No... Don't..."

The sound seemed to come from hell, filled with endless despair and unwillingness. Her body began to twitch uncontrollably, and she clutched her neck tightly, trying to stop the bleeding. However, it was too late; her life was rapidly slipping away.

Liu Yuan's lips trembled slightly, as if she were about to say something, but in the end, only a muffled sob came out. Her eyes gradually lost their luster, and her once beautiful face turned pale as paper. As the last trace of vitality faded, her body slowly collapsed, like a withered flower.

Blood flowed down the blade, staining the soldier's hands and the ground beneath their feet. Even after striking Liu Yuan's neck, the sword still gleamed with a cold gleam, as if proclaiming its sharpness and ruthlessness. The soldier's face was expressionless, her eyes cold and determined, her hand still tightly gripped, as if awaiting the next blow.

Liu Yuan's body suddenly became limp, as if it had lost all support, as if all its strength had been drained away. Her long, soft hair now cascaded down like a waterfall, covering her pale, bloodless face, leaving only a small part barely visible.

Beside Liu Yuan, blood gushed out continuously like a fountain, gathering into a dark red pool. The strong smell of blood filled the air, making people want to vomit. A gentle breeze blew past, picking up Liu Yuan's hair and blowing away her last shred of life.

Liu Yuan's makeup was originally delicate and vibrant, her skin silky smooth, radiating a subtle glow. Her eyes were meticulously drawn, their liner long and deep, and her lashes thick and fan-like, slightly curled, revealing a hint of charm. Her lips, painted with vibrant lipstick, the color of a ripe cherry, plump and alluring, seemed to whisper something.

However, Liu Yuan's current appearance was in stark contrast to her former beauty. Her body was separated from her head, and blood gushed from her severed neck like a fountain, staining her once gorgeous clothes a crimson. Her small tongue, dangling from the corner of her mouth, trembled slightly, the ring on it gleaming faintly, appearing eerily strange.

Her lips, once rosy and plump, were now pale as paper, bloodless from the blood loss. The blood-stained lipstick formed a strange contrast with her pale complexion, a chilling sight. Her once beautiful face was now twisted and hideous, as if shrouded in fear and pain.

This strong contrast makes people sigh at the fickleness of fate and the fragility of life. The former splendor and the present misery form a sharp contrast, as if telling a tragic story.

The female soldier expressionlessly grabbed Liu Yuan's still-bleeding head and placed it in a black plastic bag without hesitation. Then, she and the other female soldiers used Qinggong techniques to float away like a ghost, vanishing from the scene in an instant. Only a shocking pool of blood and Liu Yuan's battered body lay alone on the pristine white sheets.

After completing their mission, the assassins quickly evacuated the scene. Before leaving, they fired flares into the sky, signaling their mission accomplished. Then, following their pre-arranged route, they vanished into the night. The three nobles, meanwhile, waited in the distance for news. When they learned the assassins had signaled Liu Yuan's death, they toasted in celebration, believing their plot had succeeded.

However, what they didn't know was that although the assassination was successful, it triggered a series of chain reactions. A bigger storm is about to come, and the nobles of the three countries will pay a heavy price for their conspiracy.