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

On the seventh day of the seventh month of that year, Li Huanian, Marquis of Ying, and Li Feiyang, Earl of Yingchuan, of the Li clan, raised an army of 5,000 men near Xuzhou in Henan Province. Liu Qian appointed Su Wan, Commandant of the Right Guards, as Grand Commander of the Henan Road Army, commanding 2,500 men as Chief Commander. Liu Mei, Commandant of the Right Cavalry Guards, was appointed Deputy Grand Commander of the Henan Road Army, leading 1,000 men in the vanguard, to suppress the rebels. He also appointed me as Supervisor of the Left Divine Martial Army, and Lin Huilian as Commander-in-Chief of Yingzhou, commanding 2,500 men of the Left Jade Guards as backup.

The vibrant, blood-red leather bustier Liu Mei wore resembled a blazing flame, its blazing light radiating wildly, seemingly igniting the very air around her. The armor's texture was incredibly unique, as hard as steel yet possessing an indescribable elasticity, a physical embodiment of her unwavering will. The bustier's exquisite design was impeccable, as if meticulously sculpted by invisible hands, perfectly showcasing the full, elastic curves of her bust. Every line flowed naturally, without a single abrupt stroke. While showcasing her uniquely feminine charm, it also exuded an irresistible allure that captivated her, as if all the beauty in the world were concentrated within her.

The yellow smoky eyeshadow was like the twinkling stars in the night sky, slowly blending out and adding a touch of mystery to her eyes. Her deep eyes seemed to contain endless secrets, blurry and charming, as if they had magical powers that could easily penetrate people's hearts, making those who saw them instantly intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

The yellow lip gloss is like a ripe fruit just picked from the orchard, bright and juicy, exuding a rich, mouth-watering and attractive luster. The luster seems to have a bewitching power, making people's hearts beat faster involuntarily, and the urge to have a kiss on her face keeps emerging in the mind, and the desire almost breaks through the shackles of reason.

The tight, triangular leather shorts, meticulously crafted from the softest leather by a skilled tailor, perfectly conformed to her curves, as if gifted to her by nature. Her figure was tightly embraced, the leather's texture delicate as if it touched a baby's skin, smooth as satin, caressing her skin with an indescribable comfort. The shorts were the perfect length, hitting just above her thighs, perfectly framing her slender waist, as if it could be broken with a single twitch. Her long, slender legs were unreservedly on display, their lines flowing like a mountain stream, as soft as willow branches swaying in the wind. The faintly visible lines of her muscles exuded a unique aura of health and vitality, as if every inch of her skin was brimming with life force.

Her belly was as flat and firm as uncut jade, her navel a shimmering pearl set in a jade dish. The navel stud, like a precious gem, artfully set into her skin, radiated a wild yet captivating light. Every time she moved, the stud swayed, as if telling a hidden story, captivating and captivating. The leather armor was woven seamlessly into her form, seemingly one with her. Every movement sent a subtle sway, showcasing her immense strength and agile presence. She seemed one and only, unforgettable.

Liu Mei's leather armor was made of incredibly tough material. After meticulous polishing and treatment, the surface took on a pristine, deep luster. Every piece of leather seemed imbued with life, fitting tightly to her body and undulating slightly with her movements. The armor was also inlaid with small, delicate metal ornaments, which shone brilliantly in the sunlight, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

As she stepped onto the battlefield, her presence was like that of a nimble cheetah, light and agile. Her leather armor, gleaming in the sunlight, seemed to ignite with a fiery flame, gleaming with a dazzling light. She wielded a sharp spear, her eyes gleaming with a murderous determination, as if determined to slay every enemy before her. Like a god of war transported from ancient times, she emanated boundless majesty and power, filling all who beheld her with awe and an indescribable fear and shock. No matter how formidable the enemy, she remained undaunted. Relying on her leather armor and her masterful martial arts, she repeatedly performed miracles on the battlefield, becoming known to all as unbeatable.

Liu Mei's Kung Fu is slightly inferior to Su Wan's and Lin Ya's, the runner-up in the same category. Her realm is at the peak of the Mysterious Realm, while Lin Ya is at the Great Perfection of the Mysterious Realm and Su Wan is at the Minor Success of the Earth Realm. She is known for her wisdom and strategy, and wields a spear.

Liu Mei quickly discovered the rebel vanguard. The enemy commander Li Feiyang turned his horse around and ran away after a brief fight with her. The other enemy troops also scattered. She chased the enemy commander Li Feiyang closely. Soon a very narrow river appeared. She almost caught up with Li Feiyang's horse. She was about to stab with her spear, but Li Feiyang suddenly slapped his horse's butt. The horse jumped up and crossed the river directly, flying to the other side. Liu Mei's horse, which followed closely, rushed into the river, but could no longer jump out of the river. It turned out that this was the famous muddy river Xiaoshang River.

Li Feiyang laughed heartily and shouted, "Let your young lady know that today is the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, and this is Xiaoshang River. Remember, next year is your anniversary!" Liu Mei was confused for a moment, but she soon understood. Her horse was stuck in the mud of Xiaoshang River, unable to jump out. Because she was in the stirrups, she didn't have time to pull them out. Before she could pull out the stirrups and perform her Qinggong, she saw a dense swarm of archers appear on the opposite bank, and a rain of arrows rained down on her like locusts. She could only wave her spear to block the arrows, but the feathers became more and more dense, and a large number of archers shot at her from behind.

Liu Mei's heart was like a tangle of tangled cotton in a raging wind, utterly panicked, as if countless tiny hands were stirring her chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Her eyes, once as bright and clear as autumn water, were now filled with terror and despair, like an abyss shrouded in darkness, with no ray of light visible. Her eyebrows, as slender and graceful as willow leaves, seemed to sense the fear within their owner, frantically darting back and forth across her face, as if trying to find a way out. However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not escape this sudden and fatal crisis.

Then, a feathered arrow, like a ghost, silently and fiercely penetrated her back, its speed leaving her barely able to react. The sharp arrowhead, like a ruthless blade of death, carried endless murderous intent, pierced her body without mercy, exiting through her navel, leaving behind a stream of crimson blood, like a strange flower blooming on her body, vibrant yet cruel. The blood splattered in the air, slowly falling like tears of fate, telling of her tragic fate. Following that piercing scream, it was like a thunderbolt shattering the silent sky, piercing the entire firmament, soaring into the clouds, shaking the surrounding air slightly.

Liu Mei opened her eyes wide, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed. Although her body was standing, her willow-like eyebrows had lost their former vitality, becoming loose and pale, as if telling of the fragility and impermanence of life.

Her body shuddered violently, and the spear she gripped involuntarily slowed. In that instant, another barrage of arrows pierced her like a torrential rain, each one like the Grim Reaper's scythe, ruthlessly reaping her life. Unable to contain the agony, she let out another miserable cry, a cry like the roar of a trapped beast, filled with grief, indignation, and resentment. Her lower abdomen and upper body seemed like targets, densely pierced by over thirty arrows, riddling her body with holes. Though her yellow lips hadn't paled, they continued to spew forth large gulps of blood, a sight reminiscent of a clown spitting blood, a truly eerie sight. Her eyes were wide, as if she were taking in everything she had seen, filled with resentment and resentment, as if expressing her dissatisfaction and rebellion against her fate.

Liu Mei's body trembled violently under the onslaught of arrows. Her lower abdomen and upper body were mercilessly pierced by over thirty arrows, each one sinking deeply into her flesh, as if ripping her to shreds. Although not every arrow could penetrate her leather armor, her exposed lower abdomen and navel were no defense against being pierced.

Blood gushed out of her wounds, staining her clothes and the surrounding river red. Her body twisted in agony, and her once beautiful face turned pale as paper, devoid of any color.

Her eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, a lingering attachment to life and a struggle against fate. Her lips parted slightly, wanting to say something, but only faint gasps came out.

Her frail frame twitched violently like a blade of grass whipped by a raging wind, each tremor a last desperate struggle, yet all her efforts were ultimately in vain. Her once slender, nimble fingers now seemed bound by invisible shackles, clenched into fists, as if desperately trying to grasp at a glimmer of hope. But as time slowly slipped by, her clenched hands could only helplessly and powerlessly loosen, as if all their strength had been drained away in an instant. Her eyes, once as bright as stars, gradually lost their former brilliance, becoming increasingly hollow, like a deep black hole, staring blankly ahead, as if she could no longer see anything worth lingering on.

Liu Mei's miserable appearance was heartbreaking, and the grief she displayed would have made anyone who saw it want to look away; it was simply unbearable to watch. Her precious life, in that instant, seemed to have been snuffed out by the merciless hand of death, coming to an end. Her once unparalleled beauty and resilience, under the fierce attack of the deadly arrow, seemed to have turned into flying dust, dissipating without a trace, becoming nothingness. Her solitary figure, illuminated by the dim afterglow of the setting sun, seemed particularly desolate and forlorn, like a wandering ghost forgotten by the world, silently recounting her utterly tragic fate. That mournful aura permeated the air, lingering for a long time...