It Was a Prehistoric Time, and the Stalls Were Not Set up Properly at the Beginning.

Traveling through the prehistoric world, Lang Dao became the young patriarch of a small human tribe. The witch god who originally protected the tribe wanted to eat half of the tribe, and even Lang Dao's sister had to be sacrificed to the witch god. No one can touch my sister! Fortunately, there is a system, but it wants me to set up a street stall. ! ? On the day of crisis, at the peak of inadequacy, a street stall is set up, and a flood of disasters emerges. Tongtian: How about replacing this rope that binds immortals with a wood carving of enlightenment? Nuwa: This branch of good fortune has been following me for many years. I want my brother to be a woodcarving of enlightenment. Taishang: My nine-turn golden elixir is here. What? Late? The opportunity has not come yet! Yuanshi: This son's secrets are unpredictable! Through transactions one after another, Lang Dao exchanged countless resources, killed the Witch God, killed the Demon Saint, saved his sister, saved his tribe, and led the human race to rise step by step and dominate the world! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.