home?”

Huang Rong had tears in his eyes, “Dad doesn’t want me anymore!”

“And why?”

“He locked up somebody,” answered Huang Rong, “and did not want to set that person free. I took pity on the prisoner; as he is displeased all alone, I brought good things for him to eat, and I try to converse with him. Dad got angry and cursed at me, I ran away in the middle of the night.”

“Your dad surely thinks of you at this moment,” Guo Jing said. “And your mom?”

“Died for a long time! I didn’t have a mom since very little…”

“If you have had your fun, it would be better to return home.”

“Dad does not want me anymore,” Huang Rong said crying.

“That’s impossible.”

“Then why doesn’t he look for me?”

“Perhaps he is still seeking, but haven’t found you…”

“You are probably right,” Huang Rong said, “who changed from crying to laughing. Then when I have my fun, I’ll return. But first of all, it is necessary to tame two white eagles.”

They chatted again about what they have seen or experienced. Guo Jing told the incident of the eight women in white disguised as men who wanted to take possession of his horse. Huang Rong raised questions about the small red horse, its capabilities, its character, and was full of envy. He drank a mouthful of tea and said smilingly, “Big brother, I want to ask for something of great value to you. Would you approve of that?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“What I would like, is precisely your horse with the sweat of blood!”

“Allright,” Guo Jing said without hesitating, “I’ll give it gladly to you.” In fact, Huang Rong was joking: he saw very well that Guo Jing adored his invaluable horse, and they have met just recently and by chance. He just wanted to see how this good chap was going to refuse his improper request. However, Guo Jing answered with such an amount of generosity and simplicity that he was taken by surprise. Moved beyond words, he could not prevent himself breaking into sobs and hide his face with his arms.

Guo Jing was even more surprised:

“Well, brother,” he asked with concern. “What has occurred? Don’t you feel well?”

Huang Rong raised his head. He had cried, but now a big smile lit his face. The running tears had wiped away the filth, revealing a white skin like pure jade.

“Big brother,” he said, “let us go!”

Guo Jing paid and they left the restaurant. Guo Jing took his horse by its bridle, caressed it gently and gave it the following advice:

“I’ve given you to my great friend here. You will show yourself obeying and especially not show your foul temper!” Then he addressed Huang Rong, “Brother, mount the horse!”

Usually, the small red horse did not allow anyone else to mount it, but, during the last few days, it had quietened a lot. And, since its master had ordered it to do so, it didn’t make a fuss. Huang Rong leapt on the horse, Guo Jing let go the bridle, and clapped him lightly on the rump. Rider and horse disappeared in a cloud of dust.

Guo Jing waited till he could see them no more before he returned. It was very late when he obtained a room in a hostelry. The moment he was going to extinguish his candle and to go to bed, he heard a scratch at the door. He thought that it was Huang Rong who had returned, and felt great joy:

“Is that you, brother?” he demanded. “That’s great!”

“It’s your old man!” replied a hoarse voice. “What’s so wonderful?”

Surprised, the young man opens the door and saw, by the glimmer of the candle, five men. While looking at them more closely, he felt a shiver go down his spine: four of them, armed with sabre, lance, whip and twin axes, were none other than the Yellow River’s Four Demons, whom he had fought earlier at the hill. The fifth one was a lean man of about forty years, with a dark and long face, with three big bumps on the forehead, that gave him an extremely ugly appearance.

The lean man sneered and swept grandly into the room. He seated himself arrogantly on the bed of bricks (in northern China, sleeping arrangements generally were installed on top of a kind of brick “oven”, that allowed for heating underneath), then turned his head to regard Guo Jing.

The senior brother of the Yellow River’s Four Demons, Shen Qinggang, nicknamed “Sabre Breaks the Soul”, declared coldly:

“Here is our martial uncle, the renowned Hou Tonghai, known as ‘Three-Headed Dragon’! Kowtow before Lord Hou right now!”

Guo Jing realized that he was cornered. He already could not defeat the Four Demons of the Yellow River by themselves, to say nothing of their martial uncle, who had to be fearsome.

“What do you want?” he demanded, while joining his fists in greeting.

“Where are your teachers?” questioned Hou Tonghai.

“My six Shifu are not here.”

“Huh,” sneered Hou Tonghai. “Then I will leave you a respite of a half-day. If I killed you now, one could say that the Three-Headed Dragon was taking advantage of an opponent weaker than him. Tomorrow noon, I will await your six Shifus in the Black Pine Wood, ten li to the west of here.”

He left without even waiting for Guo Jing’s reply. Wu Qinglie, nicknamed “Whip Pulls out Life”, closed the door and locked it from the outside.

Guo Jing put out the candle, lay down on the bed, and saw, on the paper of the window, a shadow came and went with no small swiftness: the enemy, clearly, were mounting a watch over him. Shortly after, he heard a noise on the roof, someone hitting the tiles with a weapon, while saying, “Little chap, don’t even think about running away, your old man is watching you.” Understanding that escape was impossible, Guo Jing lay still, glancing at the ceiling, wondering how he was going to leave tomorrow, but he fell sleep before he found the beginnings to a solution.

The next day morning, the inn boy brought hot water for his bath and noodles for breakfast, closely followed by Qian Qingjian, armed with his two short axes.

Guo Jing reflected that his Shifu were faraway and probably could not arrive on time to save him. Since he could not flee, it was necessary to fight and die as a man! His Fourth Shifu had for him well says, “If you can’t beat the enemy, flee!”, But to flee without even being beaten, this would not be following the advice… In fact, it would not have been difficult for him to escape from Qian Qingjian alone, but his spirit was not very lively or very resourceful. If only Nan Xiren had said to him, “Flee from danger!”, he probably would have taken to his heels, and Qian Qingjian certainly would not have been in a position to catch him. The Three-Headed Dragon, Hou Tonghai, believed that the Jiangnan Odd Six were located in this area, and that, given their fame, they never would have failed to keep an appointment, so would never have imagined that Guo Jing would flee on his own.

Seated on the bed, he praticed the meditations and controlled his breath according to the pointers given by Ma Yu. Next to him, Qian Qingjian whirled his axes while shouting and while criticizing his methods. Guo Jing gave him not the least attention. Towards noon, he rose.

“Let’s go,” he said to his jailer.

He paid his expenditures to the innkeeper and both headed for the west. Ten li further on, they indeed came across a wood of thickly foliaged pines. Qian Qingjian left Guo Jing and entered the wood.

The young man pulled out the supple whip that he always carried by his side and cautiously entered the undergrowth. Progressing slowly, all the direction to the aguets, he followed the small path for a little more than one li, without seeing anyone. All was silent, with an occasional bird cry now and then. As he advanced, his apprehension grew.

“No one is watching me,” he said suddenly to himself, “the wood is so thick, why not hide myself? To hide myself, that’s not to flee!”

He prepared himself to slip into a bush when he heard swearing above his head:

“Little bastard! Idiot! Moron!”

Guo Jing jumped back, his whip held on guard. He looked up and burst out laughing: all at the top of four big trees, the Yellow River Demons, hands tied behind their backs, were hanging at the end of a rope and wriggled in the air. They struggled hopelessly but could not escape. Seeing Guo Jing, they redoubled their cursing.

“You playing at swings?” asked Guo Jing while laughing. “This is very funny, isn’t it? Then good-bye, I’ll take my leave-”

He took a few steps back, then returned.

“How did you end up like that?”

“Damn you!” growled Qian Qingjian. “We were trapped by surprise, this is not worthy of a real man!”

“Little guy,” cried Shen Qinggang, “if you’re brave enough, let us down, we will fight one on one to decide between us. For if we attacked you en masse, we would be cowards!”

Guo Jing wasn’t very intelligent, but neither was he completely stupid. He burst out laughing again and said, “I’ll accept that you’re brave, without needing to match blows!” Afraid that Hou Tonghai, the Three-Headed Dragon, might arrive, he had no desire to linger; he hastily departed and returned to the city. He bought a horse and resumed without delay his journey south.

“Who was it that helped me secretly?” he asked himself. “These Four Demons of the Yellow River have excellent gongfu, who succeeded in tying them up, and suspend them in the trees? And this Three-Headed Dragon that had seemed so frightening, why was it that I didn’t see him anymore? My Shifu always said: when an appointment is taken, it is necessary to keep it, even if the sky falls on your head. I’ve kept his appointment, if he didn’t arrive himself, that’s not my fault.”

The journey went on without incident. That day, he finally arrived at Yanjing. It was the capital of the Jin Empire, the most prosperous city in the country. Even the former capital of the Song, Bianliang, or the new, Lin-An, could not compete with it. Guo Jing, who had grown up in the desert, never had seen similar organization. Red buildings of cunning architecture, decorated panels, majestic doors, splendid attachments in front of the sumptuous residences, fiery standards disputing the passage in the streets. Merchandises of all sorts were exposed in of immense stores, a colorful crowd to the luxurious clothes pressed themselves in the tea parlors and the debits of drinks. Brilliant signs, multicolored standards, in the air resounded a thousand musics, a hundred perfumes filled with fragrance. Guo Jing did not know anymore where to turn his head. There were so many things before his eyes that he did not recognize one object out of ten!

Not daring to enter a restaurant that was too richly furnished, he chose a small stall where he ate quickly, then continued to walk about at random. Suddenly, he heard a continuous cheering, and saw a crowd in the distance, massed around something.

Pressed on by his curiosity, he approached and slipped among the onlookers. They pressed themselves around a wide open area, in the middle of which was planted an ornamented standard with the phrase “Challenge to find a spouse” embroidered upon it. Beneath the standard, two persons faced each other in unrelenting combat: one was a girl dressed in red, the other a big fat fellow. Guo Jing saw right away that the girl, whose every movement was measured and checked, had good gongfu, while the fat fellow was clearly not up to the mark. After some exchanges, the girl feigned to lower her guard, the fat fellow advanced to attack with a blow “Twin Dragons Leaving their Lairs”, projecting both fists towards the chest of the opponent. But the girl stepped back lightly, her left arm pivoted and struck the back of the fat fellow, who tumbled to the ground. He got up, covered in dust, an embarrassed look on his face, and disappeared into the crowd. The spectators applauded and acclaimed the girl.

She rearranged a strand of hair and returned to the standard. Guo Jing regarded her more attentively: aged about eighteen years, she was very graceful and her face extremely pretty, lightly marked by life. Gusts of cold wind fluttered the standard, to either side of which had been planted an iron lance and two short halberds.

The girl exchanged some words in a low voice with a middle-aged man. He nodded, and stepped forward, clasped his hands and saluted the onlookers:

“Your servant is named Mu Yi. I am from Shandong. In visiting your honourable city, I seek neither fame or fortune. It is just that, my girl is of the age to put a comb in her hair (HAS to leave fifteen years, the girls, considered as adults, can groom and squeeze their hair with a comb) and she has no fiance. She has formerly made a vow: she does not desire a prosperous husband or a noble one, but a valiant expert in martial arts. This is the reason we have the audacity to propose a contest for her to find a husband: all young men, aged less than thirty years and who are unmarried, can match themselves against my girl. If he can vanquish her in a single move, I will give her to him in marriage. We traversed the country of the South to the North, but all the renowned experts already are married, and the young brave ones doubtless did not deign to try…this is the reason we have not been able to find a good husband… Yanjing is a place where ‘tigers and dragons hide in the shadows’. Here there certainly are many heroes and valiant men. If my actions seem presumptous, I beg your kind pardon!”

This Mu Yi looked sturdy and strong to Guo Jing, but his back was slightly hunched, he was white-haired and his entire face wrinkled. His air was melancholic and sad; he was clad in coarse fabric, patched in several places, while the girl was clothed in lively colours.

After making his speech, Mu Yi listened for some time. He heard louts making vulgar comments, but they did not dare to descend in the arena.

He raised his eyes to the sky, saw leaden clouds accumulating and the wind grew stronger.

“One would say that a blizzard threatens,” he said in a low voice. “Ah, it was so dark, that day…”

He turned back, took down the banner from the standard and prepared to stow away the banner when two simultaneous cries were heard from the east and west, “One moment!”, and two men leaped in the open space.

Upon seeing them, the crowd burst out laughing. The one who had come from the east was obese and elderly. He had a big beard and had to be at least fifty years old. The one come from the west was even more comical: he was a shaven-headed monk.

“What are you laughing at?” the fat one shouted to the crowd. “Isn’t this a contest to find a spouse! I am not married, why can’t I try my luck?”

“Venerable ancestor,” said the monk while giggling, “even if you win, you wouldn’t want this girl, as beautiful as a flower, to become a widow right away!”

“And you,” said the fat one angrily, “What are you here for?”

“If I can have such a pretty girl,” replied the monk, “I’ll return to the secular world!”

The crowd was roaring again.

The girl frowned her eyebrows, apparently annoyed. She removed the cape which she used to cover herself and wanted to continue the fight. Mu Yi held her arm, saying not to be irritated, and replanted the banner in the ground. The monk and the obese person continued their bickering, each wanted to fight the girl first.

“Why don’t you start fighting against each other first?” the hilarious spectators suggested. “The winner will have the honor to fight the girl!”

“Allright,” the monk said. “Old chap, let’s have a little fun! He threw a blow with his fist, the obese one avoided it by lowering his head, before returning the blow.”

Guo Jing recognized the style of the monk, the Arhat style from the ShaoLinTemple. The obese one practised the style of the Five Movements. Both were thus practitioners of external gongfu. The monk showed himself of great agility, whereas the obese one, in spite of his age, privileged heaviness and power. Suddenly, the monk stealthily struck three blows at the stomach of his adversary, who fought stoically, in order to be able to batter down his right fist on the head of the monk. Who fell to the ground, dazzled, then found his spirits again, took a knife out of his robe and run to attack. The crowd shed a cry of surprise. The obese one leapt back before wielding an iron whip which was rolled up around his waist: thus, both had become armed! The fight began again, still desperate, but more dangerous. The spectators applauded while moving back, fearing to be injured by straying blows.

Mu Yi approached the two men and said with a loud voice, “Stop! We are here in the imperial capital, it is forbidden to exhibit weapons!” The two adversaries, carried away by their fight did not give any attention to him. Mu Yi leapt suddenly, jumping he kicked the knife of the monk while seizing the end of the whip. He drew with force, the obese one could not resist and released the whip. Mu Yi threw the whip onto the ground. The two adversaries, not daring to fight anymore, collected their weapons shamefully and disappeared under the gibes from the crowd.

Then tinkling of small bells which were attached to the harnesses of horses was heard and one saw a flamboyant company appearing: several tens of vigorous servants accompanying a young nobleman. He looked at the brocade banner and examined the girl from head to toes. Then he smiled, got down from his horse and came forward.

“Is this the girl who seeks a husband through a contest?” he asked. The girl blushed and turned her head without answering. Mu Yi advanced, joining his fists and greeted, “My name is Mu. What does the young Lord wish?”

“What are the rules of this contest?”

Mu Yi explained it to him.

“Then I want to try my chance as well…” He was a young and handsome nobleman about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a lavish brocade coat.

“At last a boy,” thought Guo Jing, “who would make a beautiful couple with this girl! Unfortunately the monk and the old obese one a while ago were not up to par, if not… if not…”

“Your Lordship is joking,” said Mu Yi mortified.

“What do you mean?”

“We are only wanderers without abode, how would we dare to measure ourselves against you? And it is not an ordinary contest, it decides the marriage of my daughter … Please forgive us.”

“Since when have you held this contest?”

“It has been more than six months that we traverse the roads.”

“And still nobody could overcome your daughter?” the young nobleman said unbelievingly.

“It is undoubtedly,” Mu Yi answered smiling, “because the experts in martial arts are all already married, or they condescend to be measured with her.”

“OK, OK!” the young dandy exclaimed. “I will test …”

“This is a young man with a refined and distinguished bearing,” Mu Yi thought. “If he came from an ordinary family, he would have made a husband of choice for my child. But obviously, he belongs to the nobility. We are here in the capital of Jin, his family is perhaps well-known at the Court, or in any case, he is certainly rich and powerful. If my daughter wins, that could be worth our troubles; if she loses, would it be bad for us to be united to such a family?”

“We are just wanderers in the realm of Rivers and Lakes,” he said, “we cannot measure ourselves with you. Please forgive us! We will leave!”

“This is an honorable contest,” the young nobleman said laughing. “I assure you, I will not harm your daughter.” He then turned to the girl and said amiably, “It will be enough that the young lady touches me to win, allright?”

“In a contest, it is necessary to comply strictly to the rules,” the girl protested.

“Hurry up with the fight,” a cry was heard from the crowd. “The speedier you will fight, the more quickly you will be married, and the more quickly you will have babies!” The spectators burst out into laughter. The girl wrinkled her eyebrows and removed her cape sulkily. She greeted the young nobleman, who bowed in return, “Please, young lady.”

“This young dandy grew in affluence,” Mu Yi thought, “does he know martial arts? It is better to defeat him quickly and to leave the city as soon as possible, in order to avoid trouble.”

“Allright,” then he said, “perhaps Your Lord wants to get rid of his coat.”

“That is not necessary,” the young dandy said smiling.

The spectators, who knew the ability of the girl, thought that to show oneself that careless, one was going to suffer!

“But,” some of them thought, “they must have experience in the realm of Rivers and Lakes. They will certainly not injure a son of a noble family. They probably will arrange that he does not lose face.”

“Do you believe,” whispered the others, “that they really perform a ‘contest to find a spouse’? Probably, old Mu only wants to benefit from the beauty and gongfu of his daughter to cheat money from fools! This young dandy should watch his wallet!”

“Please!” the girl also said. The young nobleman swivelled towards the right, whereas his left sleeve flew with flashing speed towards the shoulder of the girl. She, surprised by the speed and skill of the attack, leaned and plunged, thus escaping the blow. But the action of her adversary was stunning, the right sleeve already arrived near the head of the girl, clamping both sides. She had to leap back with the quickness of an arrow.

“Good!” the young nobleman shouted, he advanced without letting her the time to fall down on her feet. The girl, still in the air, swivelled and attacked to defend herself, kicking with her left foot in the direction of the nose of the young man. He had to move back hastily, and both fell down simultaneously on their feet. The young man had attacked with three stances, the girl had defended herself with agility, they both began to feel respect and watched each other. The girl blushed, and took the initiative to attack. The battle started anew, more desperate: it was performed so quickly that the young man looked like a shadow of shining brocade, whereas the girl resembled a red cloud.

At the side, Guo Jing was increasingly stunned, “These two young people are of my age,” he said to himself, “and they possess such a high level of martial arts, it is really extraordinary! They would make a perfect pair: if they marry, they could then, during their leisure hours, replay some ‘contest to find a spouse’, it would be funny!”

With his mouth agape, he followed the spectacle with participation, when suddenly, the girl clutched the sleeve of her adversary and tore it off with force. She jumped back immediately, holding her trophy up.

“Young Lord,” shouted Mu Yi, “We are sorry!” Then he turned to his daughter, “Well, let us go now.”

“Not so quickly,” the young man shouted with a grim look on his face. “Nothing is really decided yet!”

He caught the two sides of his coat and pulled, causing the jade buttons to pop out. One of his servants helped him to remove his coat, while another collected the buttons. Underneath, the young man wore a water green satin tunic, tightly held to his waist by a delicate green scarf, which gave him an even more captivating air. He raised his left palm and sent a blow, showing his true gongfu this time. An extremely violent gust of air passed very close to the girl.

Guo Jing, Mu Yi and his daughter were dumbfounded:

“How could,” they wondered, “a person of such distinction has such a cruel and brutal gongfu?”

The young nobleman did not look for fun anymore, his blows were so powerful that his adversary could not approach him anymore.

“We have a formidable expert here,” Guo Jing thought, “the girl is no match for him: apparently, marriage is in sight. And I am quite content for them … My six Shifus always said that exceptional men are legion in the Central Plains. Indeed, this young nobleman has an original palm style with sophisticated variations. Should we fight, I would probably not win against him!”

For his part, Mu Yi could also foretell the outcome of the duel:

“My daughter,” he shouted, “it is useless to continue. The young Lord is much stronger than you!”

“This young man has excellent gongfu,” he said to himself, “thus he is not one of these idle, gambling and whoring sons of certain families. Presently, I will request information about his family. If he is not related to the Jin government authorities, I will approve of a marriage. Then my daughter’s future will be secured …”

He shouted to both to stop their fight. But the battle was full blown and couldn’t cease.

“If I wanted to injure you now,” the young man thought, “nothing would be easier, but I do not have the heart to do it.” Suddenly, his left palm changed into a claw, and he clutched the wrist of the girl. She, surprised, sought to break loose. The young man pushed slightly forward and the girl lost balance. At the time she was going to fall, the right arm of her adversary pulled her gently, and she fell into his arms. The spectators applauded and hollered with enthusiasm causing a great tumult.

Shamefully blushing, the girl begged with a low voice, “Release me, quickly!”

“Say ‘my dear’ to me,” he answered laughing, “and I’ll release you!”

Outraged by such an impudence, she struggled, but he held her firmly and she could not break loose. Mu Yi advanced and said, “You’ve won, please release my daughter!”

The young nobleman burst into laughter but did not do anything.

Losing her patience, the girl gave a kick in the direction of the plexus of her adversary, in order to make him release her. He indeed freed his right arm, parried the blow and caught the foot immediately: his qin-na technique was perfectly timed and he could seize anything he wanted. The girl panicked, sought to release her foot by pulling with force. At last she succeeded, but by doing so she lost her small shoe which was embroidered with red flowers.

She sat down on the ground, head lowered and red with shame, holding her foot covered by a sock of white fabric. The young aristocrat smiled unsteadily, wore the laced boot to his nose and sniffed it. In the situation, the hooligans were obviously not going to let pass this occasion:

“That smells good!” they shouted in chorus.

“What is your name?” asked Mu Yi.

“It’s not worth speaking of,” answered the young aristocrat while laughing.

He took again his brocaded coat, cast a glance in direction of the girl, and placed the small embroidered laced boot in his pocket. At that moment, the wind redoubled in strength and large snowflakes started to fall.

“We live at the Inn of Prosperity,” said Mu Yi, “in the western part of the city. Let us go there thus together, in order to make plans.”

“To plan what?” the young aristocrat retorted. “It’s snowing now, it is necessary that I hurry home.”

Mu Yi turned pale.

“You won this challenge, I made a promise, that I give you my daughter in marriage. It is a serious business, one cannot treat it with lightly!”

The young aristocrat burst out laughing:

“We had a little fun with martial arts,” he said, “it was rather interesting… But, as for the marriage, ha, I am obliged to decline this honour!”

Anger choked Mu Yi and prevented him from speaking, “You… You…”

“What do you take our Young Prince for?” shouted a servant while laughing. “Do you believe that he would wed with vulgar travelling performers from the jianghu? In your dreams, old man!”

Mu Yi was so angered that, with a blow, he struck him senseless. The young aristocrat did not seek any explanation: he got his servant to be carried and was on the point of mounting his horse.

“You really make fun of us!” Mu Yi shouted, clutching him by the left arm. “Well, in any event, my daughter cannot marry such an insolent person as you. But return to us the laced boot!”

“It’s she who gave it to me!” said the young aristocrat while laughing, “why do you interfere yourself? I won the tournament, I’ve declined your marriage, but I’ll keep the consolation prize!”

He pivoted his arm, exerted some inner force and pulled clear.

“It won’t happen like that!” Mu Yi exclaimed, trembling with anger.

He leaps and struck with both fists, in a blow called “Bell and drum sounds together”, towards the temples of his adversary. He turned and returned to the arena.

“And if I beat you, old man,” he said while laughing, “you won’t force me more to become your son-in-law?”

The crowd, indignant at the impudent and arrogant attitude of the young man, remained quiet. Only some hooligans and good-for-nothings burst out laughing roughly.

Without saying a word, Mu Yi tightened his belt, and leapt with a “Sea Swallow Skimming the Flood” on the young aristocrat. He knew that he was extremely angry and did not take the attack lightly. He dodged, replied with a blow to the belly, “The poisonous snake seeks its den”. Mu Yi dodged, struck with his left palm at the shoulder, the young man turned, advanced his right palm under the left arm. It was an extremely vicious blow, called “Benefit from the cloud to change the sun”, executed without the knowledge of the adversary. However, Mu Yi parried effectively and closed again his two hands on the cheeks of the young aristocrat.

At that moment, whatever move he made, he could not avoid the blow! He wrinkled his eyebrows, bit his lips, and decided to employ another technique: his two hands flew like flashes and his ten fingers were planted in the back of the hands of Mu Yi. When he withdrew them, the ends of his fingers were smeared with red!

All the spectators shouted in surprise. The girl, thrown into a panic, supported her father: she tore a strip of her tunic to wrap his hands, which bled profusely.

Mu Yi pushed back his daughter:

“Move aside,” he said. “Today, it’s either him or me!”

The girl, pale, looked at the young aristocrat fixedly, drew a dagger suddenly and wanted to plunge it full into her heart. Surprised, Mu Yi sought to stop her hand, and the girl did not have time to draw aside the blade, which was planted in the hand of her father.

The spectators sighed and deplored to see a beautiful scene finishing in such a bloody way! Even the hooligans seemed indigant at such a outcome. The comments started to focus on the improper attitud