In the Cretaceous, a Man Marries a Demonic Saint at the Beginning

"I would rather marry that beggar than..." "Okay! Lady Saint, I will help you!" Stunned, the saint of the demon sect actually got married to a beggar who was begging for water at the door. But... He doesn't seem to be an ordinary beggar. A fishing rod is the best in the world. The pole was a stick picked up casually on the roadside, and the thread was the silk thread pulled out of my wife's stockings. In the Cretaceous Period, on the eve of the fifth mass extinction of life, we fished back fragments of memory with a swing of a rod and found our former self - the civilized silent person who kept secrets for mankind. There is still a turning point for human civilization.