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

Li Feiyang stood there quietly, an unfathomable light flickering in his eyes, his already stern face now covered in a cruel smile. He slowly raised his head, his eyes casually glancing at the miserable Liu Mei's fate, and a strange sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart, as if all his resentment and unwillingness had finally been vented.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if savoring the feeling, then acted without hesitation. He retrieved a delicate feathered arrow from his side. The feathers shimmered enchantingly in the sunlight, akin to the darkness within his heart. He expertly placed the arrow on the bowstring, exerting a slight pressure with both hands, and pulled the powerful arrow free, like the curtain of fate.

His gaze was like a poisonous snake, cold and sharp, like two sharp daggers, fixed firmly on the throat of Liu Mei's slender neck. The skin at her throat was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the blood vessels were clearly visible. It was the most fragile and vulnerable part of her body, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. It was also the key point where her life would end and disappear from the world.

Liu Mei's eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, and her body trembled slightly, like a leaf in the wind. She tried to avoid the venomous gaze, but she could not escape the deadly lock.

Her throat felt dry, as if it were being strangled by an invisible hand, making it impossible to breathe. Her heart beat rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

Liu Mei's mind went blank. She didn't know how to deal with this sudden crisis. She felt like a lamb to be slaughtered, powerless to resist.

Her eyes wandered, trying to find a glimmer of hope, but everything around her became so strange and terrifying. She felt her strength gradually draining away, and the breath of life slowly fading away.

At this moment, Liu Mei's heart was filled with fear and despair. She realized that her throat had become her only fatal weakness, and she had no way to protect it. She could only watch helplessly as that cold and sharp gaze approached step by step, waiting for death to come.

He took a deep, slow breath, his chest heaving like a bellows in a gust of wind, the breath seeming to condense all his strength and resolve. Then, he abruptly released the taut bowstring. With a resounding "whoosh," the meticulously crafted arrow, like a bolt of lightning, pierced the darkness with unimaginable speed, swathed in murderous intent, and shot relentlessly towards Liu Mei's delicate yet crucial throat. In that instant, it felt as if time had frozen in time at this fatal blow, all noise and life stagnating in that moment. Even the air seemed to grow heavy, and everything was silent for the impending death. The moment the arrow left the string, the air seemed thick with the scent of blood, the breath of death, quietly approaching Liu Mei, causing her pupils to shrink sharply and overwhelming fear and despair to surge within her.

Liu Mei's eyes widened in horror, gleaming with endless fear and despair. That light streaked across her once lively pupils like a meteor. Her once-beautiful, cherry-like mouth, like a spring peach blossom, now seemed to be strangled by fate, and she suddenly spurted out another mouthful of bright red blood. That blood, like a flower that suddenly bloomed and then quickly withered, exuded a poignant and beautiful aura. Each drop seemed to speak of the helplessness and fleeting nature of life, leaving one heartbroken.

The arrow flashed like a flash of cold lightning, hurtling towards her with lightning speed, its speed truly exceeding the limits of imagination. In a split second, it was like the sharpest blade in the world, piercing through her throat, delicate as a lily, without resistance. As the arrow penetrated, and with a shrill, desperate scream from Liu Mei, a stream of searing blood gushed out like a surging spring, recklessly and recklessly. The vibrant red, like the blood of a demon being unleashed, instantly filled the air, like a burning flame, staining her bare chest, once as white as snow and as flawless as jade, a crimson hue, as if splashed with the most intense pigment. Like an unstoppable waterfall, blood slowly flowed down her body, each drop carrying boundless pain and despair. It dripped heavily onto the ground with a dull, heart-wrenching sound, as if the very earth itself were weeping at the tragic scene. Soon, the blood pooled into a gruesome pool of crimson, its color like the flames of hell scorching the earth. It was as if fate, the ruthless ruler, had mercilessly left a cruel mark on this peaceful landscape, silently proclaiming the enormity and tragedy of this sudden tragedy. Everyone who witnessed it shuddered, feeling the fragility of life and the capriciousness of fate. Another mouthful of blood gushed out from her yellow lips, which trembled unwillingly twice. The expression of utter terror in her eyes was frozen, revealing the owner's terror and despair.

Liu Mei's slender figure, like a willow, trembled violently under the raging wind, like a leaf drifting in the wind. Each tremor seemed like a desperate, final struggle in the dark abyss, as if she were burning out her life. Her hands, once as strong and vibrant as steel, now seemed like puppets with all the vitality drained away, drooping lifelessly like a kite with a broken string. The tough reins she had once tightly grasped seemed frozen in time, loosening in that moment. As if she had lost all restraints, she let the unruly wind blow freely, as if to blow away the pain and helplessness deep in her heart into the endless sky and earth.

Her slender and elegant neck now slumped to the side like a broken branch. Her eyes, which had once been so lively, gradually lost their luster. Her eyes, which were originally as bright as shining stars, now became dim, as if swallowed by endless darkness.

Her slender and elegant neck now slumped to the side like a broken branch, as if it had lost all vitality. Her head drooped slightly, her brows furrowed tightly, and her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound could come out.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her once vibrant gaze gradually lost its former brilliance. Those eyes, once as bright as glittering stars, now dimmed, as if swallowed by endless darkness. Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, as if the life had been drained from her body.

Her body gradually grew colder, her soft skin losing its elasticity. Her hands hung limply at her sides, her fingers slightly bent, devoid of any agility or vitality.

As that last shred of life force slipped away silently through the cracks of time like fine sand, her once delicate body, as delicate as a spring flower, slowly tilted forward like a beautiful sculpture that had suddenly collapsed after years of hardship. With an indescribable heaviness, it slowly tilted forward. Gravity pulled her fragile form closer to the ground, as if every movement drained her of her last strength.

Finally, her face, once so stunningly beautiful that it could make mountains and rivers pale and everything in the world fall in awe, now seemed covered in ice and snow, pale as paper, devoid of any color. Like a piece of jade that had lost its luster, it clung lifelessly to the back of her mount. The horse seemed to sense the despair and sadness emanating from its master, its pace gradually slowing, as if mourning for its once vibrant master.

That body, once brimming with life and vitality, now seemed frozen in time, a cold corpse sprawled motionless on the horse's back. Its outline, remarkably clear in the sunlight, betrayed a profound loneliness and desolation, like a silent statue, silently recounting a heartbreaking, heartbreaking tragedy. An invisible hand seemed to tug at the heartstrings, intensifying the faint scent of sadness. It lingered like a lingering mist, stained with the very fabric of the world, immersing one in an endless trance of sorrow, unable to escape...

Li Feiyang gazed at the scene before him, his lips curled slightly, a flicker of triumph in his eyes, as if he had just completed a masterpiece. Yet, he harbored no pity, only a thirst for power and victory. He coldly gazed upon the lifeless Liu Mei, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He knew the court's female generals were among the most formidable, and a direct confrontation would be disastrous. That's why he lured Liu Mei to the Xiaoshang River. But Liu Mei, careless and unprepared, fell prey to his trap. Finally, it's worth noting that his own mount, a swift and powerful steed, could leap the Xiaoshang River, while Liu Mei's was a mere ordinary horse. Instead of leaping, she became mired in the mud, leading to her tragic fate, pierced by a hail of arrows. Her wisdom and wit proved useless here, and she could only grudgingly accept this cruel end, a gruesome and tragic death, slain by a single arrow in her throat.