Yong Lin Daoist priest raised his head and looked at the sky.
He felt that his fate was really full of twists and turns.
In the past few decades of his life, he had never thought that he would be in such a dilemma.
His ancestral grave and his family were placed on the opposite ends of a see-saw, and no matter which end was raised or lowered, it would cause him to suffer a heavy psychological blow.
Ancestral graves are what I want. Family is also what I want.
He could not have both.
If the decision was in his own hands, he would definitely sacrifice his ancestors 'graves for his family. But unfortunately, that was not the case.
But even if you don't let me decide, you still have to be reasonable, right?
Yong Lin Daoist priest looked at the treasure chest in confusion. His eyes changed from disbelief to despair.
It was because there was really a big white goose in the box with a sharp cry, a bald head, a short tail, and a lot of feces on its feet.
