For the first time, Lin Xiaonan felt that she was not brave enough.
The girl in a white dress stood struggling less than ten meters away from him, but Lin Xiaonan was just indifferent.
He was afraid, and he knew that he was no match for the group in front of him, so he could only watch helplessly as these pagans tied the girl to the cross.
The girl cast a look for help, which was like a thorn piercing Lin Xiaonan's heart.
"Save or not?" Lin Xiaonan asked herself.
Intention: No intention