497 Consecutive Slaps – Third Form 8 (1/2)

Qiao Chu and Fei Yan reacted in the exact same way and even Hua Yao's and Rong Ruo's faces were filled with shock.

These two had always had a naggy and sneaking suspicion that Jun Xie was a girl over the time they had spent together.

But not for a single moment would they ever have imagined that she would be the Young Miss of the most ferocious strike force across the lands!

”Little Xie….. you are their….. erm…..” Qiao Chu raised a hand, and pointed a finger which was shaking so badly as he turned it towards Long Qi and his men, his eyes clearly still not fully focused.

Jun Wu Xie shot Qiao Chu a glance but did not give him a reaction. She did not understand why Qiao Chu and the others were acting so shocked.

Did her real identity matter that much?

To Jun Wu Xie, she did not care about a person's status or background. What concerned her was getting to know the person as an individual and that's all that mattered.

So, she had naturally assumed that everyone else thought the same way.

It's not that complicated!

”I am deeply grateful for the assistance rendered to us. Allow my humble self to extend my thanks as the general of the Rui Lin Army, Long Qi.” Long Qi stood up at that moment, his tall frame towering over the youths before him.

Qiao Chu shook his head and waved his hands in a hurry.

”Don't think anything about it. It was your….. Y….. Young Miss who brought us to you. It's little wonder now when I was thinking earlier why she would rush in without a thought, to come here once she heard that someone was trying to con several men from the Rui Lin Army. So, it's because they were family…..” Qiao Chu said, but the last sentence was said in a barely audible whisper.

Long Qi nodded slightly in acknowledgement, striking a debonair figure.

”Do you need help?” Rong Heng, who had been standing quietly on one side tried to get closer to Jun Wu Xie. And the closer he got to her, the more certain he was that the youth before him was the same Jun Xie that had been at the Qing Yun Clan.

Jun Wu Xie nodded. ”Lift his arm up, and push the wound together.”

Rong Heng did as he was told.

The soldier who was being treated was feeling rather overwhelmed by the Young Miss treating his wound personally and his pale and colourless face was suddenly flushed pink. He tried his best to straighten his back and for his face to remain composed, attempting to not look as wretched as he felt.