C88 Mouville's death?

"Mayor, what are you doing?" Ao Nier asked in confusion.

Ma Ya did not speak, he calmly turned around and looked outside the City Lord's Mansion.

"That little elf definitely won't be able to take Ba Dier's punch! She will die! " Ao Nier shouted anxiously, "Weren't you always trying to find a trustworthy disciple?"

Ma Ya never replied. The purple clothed elf's arrow just now was too strange