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

Lin Qingxue's body lay quietly against the tree trunk, as if she had lost all life. Her once beautiful face was now pale and distorted, her eyes revealing despair and helplessness.

Her body swayed in the wind, her tattered clothes fluttering in the wind, forming a sharp contrast with her sexy figure. Her crystal-clear transparent boots had long been stained with blood, and the bright red contrasted with the sky-blue toenail polish, making her look even more desolate and beautiful.

Her white, tender little feet were exposed to the air, their once delicate form now ravaged beyond recognition. Blood continued to flow from her wounds, dripping onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Lin Qingxue's fate is so tragic, her sensuality and sadness intertwined together, forming the most heartbreaking picture in this forest. Her existence seems to be telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of the world, making people feel sad and sorry for her experience.

Looking at the miserable end of Lin Qingxue, the enemy generals were extremely excited. Lin Qingxue had just killed more than 20 of their generals, and now he was nailed to the tree by arrows. They felt extremely happy.

However, behind this joyful feeling, the enemy generals were filled with hatred for Lin Qingxue. They gnashed their teeth, their eyes flashing with anger, as if they wanted to devour Lin Qingxue alive.

They could not tolerate a woman's valiant bravery on the battlefield, causing them to lose face. Lin Qingxue's very presence was a challenge to their male dignity. Furthermore, the twenty or so generals killed were also brothers and relatives of most of them. Therefore, these generals now hated Lin Qingxue to the core, wishing to skin her alive. They secretly vowed to make this young general pay, to torture her to quench their hatred.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and Lin Qingxue's soul seemed to return to her body.

One of the enemy generals laughed fiercely, "Haha, Lin Qingxue, you've finally fallen into our hands! You, an ignorant woman, actually dared to confront us! Today is the day you die!"

Another enemy general continued, "Yes, we will show you how miserable the fate of being our enemy is! You will die in agony and become our trophy!"

The enemy generals stared fiercely at Lin Qingxue, who was nailed to the tree. The swords in their hands flashed coldly, as if announcing her doom.

Lin Qingxue's body was pierced by hundreds of crossbow and feather arrows. Blood continuously gushed from the wounds, staining her clothes crimson. Her eyes revealed despair and unwillingness, as if she was denouncing the injustice of fate.

Her chest, abdomen, and navel were covered in arrows, like a hedgehog. Each arrow dug deep into her skin, causing endless pain. Her body was nailed to the tree, unable to move, and she could only let the blood flow down the trunk.

The air around them was filled with a strong, nauseating smell of blood. Lin Qingxue's face was as pale as paper, and her lips trembled as she tried to make a final sound. However, her throat was already blocked by blood, and she could only make a faint whimper.

Her life was rapidly slipping away, and her consciousness was gradually blurring. But deep down, she still had a strong desire to live. She struggled to break free from the restraints, but the excruciating pain in her body prevented her from moving at all.

The enemy generals began to attack, their sharp swords slowly approaching Lin Qingxue's neck. Lin Qingxue's heartbeat became more and more rapid, and she knew that her life was about to end.

"Cut off her head to commemorate our fallen generals!" another enemy general shouted.

However, in this bloody scene, Lin Qingxue's eyes never showed any fear. Her eyes revealed a kind of determination and unyieldingness, as if declaring to the enemy her unyielding and resistance, and her soul would never be conquered.

The enemy generals might have thought that their punishment would make Lin Qingxue surrender, but they would never understand the inner strength and courage of this young general.

Her eyes were like a burning flame, illuminating the surrounding darkness. Her beauty and strength merged into one at this moment, moving everyone.

Facing the enemy's sharp blades, Lin Qingxue stared them down without fear. Her heart was filled with faith in justice and loyalty to the court and the empress. She knew her life might be coming to an end, but her spirit would live on forever.

At this critical moment, Lin Qingxue's heart remained calm. Recalling her own upbringing, the battles and victories she had experienced, these memories became a source of strength for her at this moment. She firmly believed that everything she did was to protect this land and allow the people to live in peace.

The enemy generals' sharp blades drew closer like venomous snakes, bearing a chilling chill. Yet, the gaze of the young general, Lin Qingxue, once as clear as autumn water, now grew more resolute, like iron. Her body trembled involuntarily, but this tremor stemmed not from deep-seated fear but from the surging, fiery passion and rage within her heart. The intense emotion, like magma, surged within her chest, driving her to use her precious life as a weapon to stubbornly defend the last of her dignity.

Finally, the blade, as sharp as the cold moon, with an extremely resolute momentum, swung towards Lin Qingxue's neck, which was as slender as a willow but as tough as steel, like lightning. The fierce force seemed to cut off all the hope and beauty in the world, plunging the whole world into endless darkness and despair.

As the piercing sound like sharp nails scratching across glass suddenly rang out, the cold and sharp sword slowly began to fall. The heavy pressure and aura were like an unshakable mountain, as if it could crush everything at any time and crush all life.

Lin Qingxue gently closed her eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, and waited quietly and peacefully for the cold and ruthless embrace of death. Like a devout believer waiting for God's judgment, she fearlessly faced the fatal blow that was enough to kill her soul.

Her already stunningly beautiful face was now tinged with a touch of tragic grandeur, her delicate features appearing even more resolute and courageous in this desperate situation. Her strength and courage, on the brink of life and death, were unreservedly and vividly displayed, like an immortal statue that had weathered the test of time yet remained unshaken. Every line exuded an inviolable majesty, moving one to pause and weep.

Yet, within her seemingly fragile frame, the flame of faith burned, undimmed. Even in the face of the all-consuming threat of death, she refused to retreat. Her unwavering commitment to her dignity was like the brightest star in the night sky, piercing through the darkness and illuminating the deadly stillness, inspiring awe and fear in all who dared not even the slightest desecration.

Lin Qingxue, the beautiful young general of the Great Zhou court, now had a face as white as cream, filled with despair and unwillingness. As the cold blade was about to mercilessly descend, severing her once proud head, her once lively eyes now gleamed with a determined light.

Her entire body seemed frozen in place, pinned to the stout tree by the dense barrage of crossbow bolts, as if fused with the tree itself. Each bolt carried the aura of death, piercing deep into her flesh, rendering her unable to move at all. Her arms and thighs were pierced by the sharp arrows, and blood slowly seeped out, staining her pristine white clothes red.

Lin Qingxue was once a feared figure. Her slender figure, profound internal strength, and superb swordsmanship were few and far between.

Back then, she was full of vigor and ambition, traversing the world with her sword, leaving her legend wherever she went. Her strength intimidated her enemies and inspired admiration from her friends.

However, Lin Qingxue's condition at this moment was incomparably miserable. Her body and limbs were stiff as iron, lifeless from the brutal torture. The internal strength that she had once been so proud of could only barely keep her from collapsing.

Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, as if she had lost all hope. The sword that could cut through iron like mud flashed with a cold light in the enemy's hand, and every swing was like cutting a knife into her heart.

The stark contrast between her past glory and her present misery makes one feel pity and heartache for her. But deep in her heart, her indomitable will still burns.

Despite the immense pain she endured, Lin Qingxue's resolute gaze never wavered. Her bright eyes, wide open, stared straight ahead, as if she could see through the cruel fate that was about to befall her. Her heart held no fear, only loyalty to the Great Zhou court and unwavering faith in her beliefs. Even in the face of death, she maintained her dignity and courage, never yielding to the enemy's tyranny.

She knew full well that she shouldered a weighty mission: to uphold her loyalty to the imperial court, and she harbored a deep hatred for the rebels who betrayed the nation and wreaked havoc on the country. This emotion burned like a blazing flame within her heart, driving her without hesitation into this desperate struggle against the rebels. She knew clearly that only peace could bring safety and happiness to the people and prosperity to the nation. As the saying goes, only peace can bring peace to the people. Therefore, the stability of the imperial court was a responsibility to the people. These rebels were scum who brought disaster to the nation and its people, and she absolutely could not surrender to them!

Facing the impending death, she showed no fear, instead displaying an extraordinary calmness. Her eyes, as bright as sky-blue gemstones, now appeared even more piercing due to the eyeshadow, as if they could penetrate the hearts of her enemies, conveying the unwavering will within her heart.

Her bloodstained blue lips parted slightly, letting out a soft sigh that seemed to contain a complex tapestry of emotions. Perhaps it was a hint of regret for not having successfully completed the mission, feeling she had betrayed the Queen's trust and expectations; or perhaps it was deep remorse for her earlier, reckless behavior, rushing into the woods, knowing that her impulsiveness had posed a potential risk to the entire battle.

Yet, despite the complex emotions swirling in her heart, as if millions of ants were gnawing at her, or a blazing flame burning within her chest, the overwhelming emotions surged like a tidal wave, battering her defenses and making it nearly impossible for her to control herself. But the young General Lin Qingxue was like a resilient mountain, her body like a rock rooted deep in the earth, her proud spine always standing straight, as if no hardship or obstacle in the world could shake her in the slightest.

She lifted her slender, graceful neck slightly, her movements gentle yet imbued with an inviolable majesty. Her lines flowed like fine porcelain, and every subtle movement exuded a unique charm. Her posture resembled a majestic statue weathered by time yet still fearless. Her ancient aura seemed to penetrate the barriers of time, conveying boundless strength and courage. She stared intently ahead, her eyes revealing unwavering conviction and resolute resolve, wholeheartedly preparing to bravely embrace the incomparably cruel and uncertain fate and its final outcome with her precious life.

Her awe-inspiring image, ready to face death, now seemed both tragic and sacred. Her graceful neck, raised as if to meet the enemy general's sword, held her gaze free of fear, only boundless loyalty and responsibility to the court and the empress. She knew she was about to face a life-or-death battle, yet she steadfastly withstood, willing to sacrifice anything, even her own life, for her faith and mission. She was like the brightest star in the night sky, tiny yet radiating a dazzling light, illuminating the battlefield and illuminating the path for those who would follow.

Her eyes gleamed with a brilliant and resolute light, like two sharp swords, radiating an aura of utter resolve. This resoluteness was the product of her unwavering adherence to the unwavering faith deep within her heart, her unwavering resolve to shoulder the heavy responsibility that rested upon her at all costs. It was as if she were silently declaring to the enemy before her that, no matter the dire threat of death that lay ahead, she would never retreat. She would dedicate her life, her passion, and her loyalty to unwaveringly safeguarding the supreme dignity of the imperial court and the ordinary yet precious peace of the people. Despite the raging flames of war and the uncertain road ahead, her faith shone like the brightest star in the night sky, radiant and unfading.