Kamen Rider: I Am the Phoenix

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"Why? Why is this happening?……"

Ren Teng lay on the ground with a blank face, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. Emotions such as unwillingness, confusion, fear, and disbelief spread in his heart.

How did he lose? He fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. This was too fast.

"Alas, why bother, why force me to take action?"

Tianluo shook his head, and then looked at Tianluo helplessly. That lonely back, helpless look, and that chic temperament, Qingren and the others couldn't help but sigh... He was so good at pretending.

"so poor……"

Rinko and Shunpei looked at Rento with some pity. They had truly witnessed Tenra's fighting power this time. Thinking of Rento's miserable state just now, they could not help but mourn for him.

"Well, let's take him back first, I still have a lot to ask him."

Qingren couldn't bear it anymore, so he said to Tianluo and the others.

Finally, several people worked together and dragged Ren Teng back like a dead dog.

……

"Ancient magician? Swallowing magic power? Will he die? So scary……"

Not far away, beside the fast food truck, Rento told a few people about his experience. Rinko and Shunpei exclaimed after hearing it, and then looked at Rento Kousuke with more pity.

"This is not what I care about most."

Ninto Kosuke suddenly stood up and looked at Haruto who was sitting next to him with an unhappy look on his face.

"Why don't you just consume the magic power? You're so cunning.……"

"This, haha."

Qingren didn't know what to say. This was the first time he had heard of ancient magicians, and he had no idea about devouring magic power.

"Uncle, another Coke.……"

Tianluo was not interested in their affairs, so he shouted to the store manager, and then a middle-aged man wearing a maid outfit and heavy makeup walked out of the car.

"Hate it, Tianluo-kun, you should call me sister……"

The store manager brought a cup of Coke and said to Tianluo in a coquettish manner.

The creepy voice immediately gave Tianluo a chill. By the way, why does this guy look so much like Fenglian?

"Business has been bad recently, it's really a headache, and thanks to you guys for coming over to support us~"

The store manager sighed helplessly, and then threw a wink at Tian Luo.

"Puff, cough cough cough……"

Tianluo spit out a mouthful of Coke, choking him and causing him to cough repeatedly

"Oops, why are you so careless? Come, let me help you wipe it."

The manager quickly took out a tissue and planned to help Tian Luo

"No, no thanks……"

Seeing his action, Tianluo waved his hand to stop him. He didn't want this guy to touch him. It was too uncomfortable. Tianluo must have no business because of him.

After Tianluo's insistence, the manager finally gave up the idea of wiping Tianluo. Seeing his back, Tianluo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Tianluo came to his senses, he found that Rento Kousuke actually

"Qingren, where is that guy?"

Tianluo asked Qingren

"He just left. What a guy.……"

Haruto pointed in a direction, but he couldn't find any trace of it.

"Oh, in that case, let’s go home first. Today’s affairs are really troublesome."

Tianluo drank the last bit of Coke, stood up, stretched his body, and walked towards home.……

……

Two days passed in this way, Tianluo's life was still peaceful, and Nito Kousuke never came again, probably still looking for the phantom.

Today's weather was very good, and Tianluo, who was relaxed, decided to go out for a walk. Seeing the beautiful scenery on the street, Tianluo couldn't help but want to recite a poem, but... He couldn't utter a word after holding it in for a long time.

"Alas, I am handsome but not suitable for poetry.

Tianluo sighed and shook his short hair, then walked forward helplessly.

When he came to a park, he stopped and sat down on a chair next to him. Next to him sat a middle-aged man with a blank book in his hand and a pencil in the other. He was thinking hard about something.

"Um, uncle, what are you doing?"

Tian Luo looked at him curiously.

"Ah, this is a drawing. I am a painter, but now I have no hope of continuing to paint.……"

The middle-aged man was startled by Tianluo, and then explained to Tianluo

"I didn't expect you to be an artist, no wonder I felt a familiar aura from you,"

Tian Luo said with a smile.

"What, do you understand these too?"

The middle-aged man looked at Tian Luo curiously.

"Of course, I started learning Chinese calligraphy and painting when I was young. I also read various famous works and especially liked painting. I remember that people used to call me the Beethoven of painting.……"

Tian Luo said with a proud look on his face

"Forehead……"

The middle-aged man stared at Tianluo blankly. It seemed that this guy was a little unreliable. Could painting be related to Beethoven?

"Uncle, how about I draw a picture for you? It’s nothing to do anyway."

Tian Luo looked at the middle-aged man and said

"Well, okay.……"

Although Tianluo's look made him feel unreliable, since Tianluo wanted to talk, he couldn't refuse, so he handed the paper and pen in his hand to Tianluo.

Taking the paper and pen, Tianluo's face became serious, and his temperament suddenly became sharp.

The middle-aged man was relieved to see this.

Then he saw the pen in Tianluo's hand turning quickly, shuttling back and forth on the paper, looking very skillful. Soon, some pictures began to appear on the manuscript paper.

One minute

, two minutes

, five minutes. In just five minutes, Tianluo completed the painting and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"OK, finally done……"

"Is this me?……"

"How is it? Not bad, right?……"

Tian Luo looked at the middle-aged man with pride

(Zhao Li Zhao)"Hehe……"

The middle-aged man laughed awkwardly, and then looked at the painting in his hand... a painting of a creature that was neither human nor ghost, nor demon, but still a humanoid creature.

"This seems to be very different from me, and……"

The middle-aged man said hesitantly, he was still thinking about what words to use to describe this painting

"That's right, it doesn't look like it. This is an abstract painting. Isn't Einstein famous for this kind of painting? One of them sells for tens of millions."

Tianluo said seriously.

"Um, did Einstein paint?"

The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat from his head and said

""Yes,"

Tianluo said with certainty.

Hearing Tianluo's words, the middle-aged man's cold sweat became more and more. Sure enough, this guy was unreliable. However, when Tianluo was still discussing the painting problem with the middle-aged man, a black shadow climbed up from under the fence and directly locked onto Tianluo and the other two.