I pretend to be a Kamen Rider in Marvel

Between a beautiful mountain forest, a wide and very clear river flows slowly and quietly through the land.

A Jumei young man wearing a simple and elegant robe, with long black hair tied on his head with a gray hairband and a hosta, was lying on the bank of the river.

The young man lay on a stone by the river bank, crossed his right leg over his left leg, and kept drawing circles in the air with his toes.

One hand was behind his head, and the other hand was holding a green wine bottle, shaking his head, looking contented.

Beside the river not far from him, there was a fishing rod made of bamboo, with one end hanging on the water and a fishing line hanging in the water, and the other end inserted into the crack of the stone on the riverside to fix it.

A dry leaf used as a fishing rod float was floating on the clear water, floating slightly up and down on the water as the river flowed.

Suddenly, the dry leaf moved violently, and the next second, the entire leaf suddenly sank into the water.

The young man saw the scene of the leaves sinking. He quickly put down the wine bottle in his hand, stood up, ran over and grabbed the fishing rod that had been dragged by the hooked fish and started to move.

After grabbing the fishing rod, the young man stood up, leaned back, and pulled the fishing rod hard.

Through the clear river water, the young man could see a very large carp biting on the hook and swinging hard.

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on the young man's face.

Today's lunch is ready.

The next moment, the smile on the young man's face disappeared and turned serious. He exerted force on his hands and started a mutual drag race with the underwater carp.

After a stalemate with the underwater fish for more than ten seconds, the young man suddenly exerted force and pulled the carp from the water into the air.

The young man's eyes were fixed on the carp flying in the air, a smile appeared on his face again, he dropped the fishing rod, and quickly stretched out his two hands to catch the carp that drew an arc in the air.

The big fish fell on the young man's chest, but it did not give in. It kept flopping violently, trying to get back into the water.

The young man tried hard to catch the fish in his hand, but after a lot of efforts, the big fish broke away from him and fell into the water again, taking the young man with him into the water.

Fortunately, the river where he was was not very deep. The young man stood up from the water soaked all over, spit out a mouthful of water, and watched today's lunch dragging the fishing rod he had finally made into the deep water in the distance.

The young man stretched out his hand to grab the fishing rod, but after his outstretched hand froze for a few seconds, he put it down because the fishing rod was already out of his reach.

The young man's face was full of disappointment. He looked down at his clothes that were wet by the river water, and let out a long sigh.

The young man walked up from the water, picked up the wine bottle by the river, and came to a big tree. He patted it and snorted under the tree, as if laughing at its owner who was so stupid that he couldn't even catch a fish. , but a white horse fell into the water.

Not far from the horses, there was a pile of already lit fire. Above the fire was a pot on a wooden stand, and water was boiling in the pot.

This was originally used by the young man to cook the fish he caught today, but not only the fish was gone, but also the fishing rod was gone.

Now the fire can only be used to dry the soaked clothes on the young man's body.

The young man turned his head and looked around. No one was around. He went to the tree and broke some branches. He made a shelf with the broken branches next to the fire. He took off his clothes and hung them to dry on the shelf.

The young man was shirtless, stirring the iron pot with only water with a wooden spoon, a look of disappointment on his face.

The young man sat down on the ground in despair and let out a long sigh with a depressed look on his face.

"Sneeze." The young man suddenly sneezed loudly.

He rubbed his nose, probably because he fell into the river and contracted the cold.

The disappointed young man picked up the jug beside him and wanted to use wine to comfort his bad mood.

He picked up the jug and poured it into his mouth, but in the end only a small drop of wine poured out of the jug.

The young man put the jug to his mouth, shook the jug vigorously a few times, and closed one eye to look inside the jug through the spout. After struggling for a while, not even a drop of wine was poured out of the jug. .

The young man threw the wine bottle in his hand angrily.

After the wine bottle was thrown, it hit a big rock, then bounced to the big tree next to it. It bounced back from the big tree and hit the young man on the forehead.

"Ah, oops." The young man cried out in pain. After turning his eyes in confusion for a few times, he lay on his back on the ground.

The young man was lying on the ground, looking at the sky with blank eyes. The fish ran away and today's lunch was gone, but to the young man, these were nothing.

But now even the wine is gone. For him who is addicted to alcohol, he now feels that his whole world is dark and there is no trace of light.

Suddenly, the young man's eyes were wide open as he looked at the sky, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he had seen something incredible.

The young man also wiped his eyes with his hands to see if he was hallucinating due to hunger and the fact that he had just been hit on the head by a wine bottle.

After repeatedly wiping his eyes several times, the young man finally confirmed that what he saw with his eyes was not an illusion, but reality.

He saw a person falling from a very high sky. When he first saw it, the person was only a small black dot. He thought it was some kind of bird flying from the sky, so he didn't pay attention. Thinking about what to do next if his wine is just gone.

But after the black spot fell a little closer, the young man discovered that the black spot was not a bird at all, but a person, and that person was falling towards his current position.

Just when he rubbed his eyes several times in disbelief and then looked up at the sky, he could clearly see that the person falling from the sky was really a person, a man in strange clothes.

"How did he appear at such a high place?" The young man said in surprise as he looked at the man falling from the sky.

Although the young man had heard of many powerful Qinggong techniques in the world, he had never seen anyone actually able to fly to such a high place.

When he first saw it, even some birds couldn't fly to such a height. How on earth did he get up there.

The young man turned around and looked around, and found that there were no relatively high mountains around where he was now. The highest mountain was only a few hundred meters away. The man could not have jumped from a nearby mountain. So high.

The young man looked up and watched the man falling rapidly, still thinking about how he reached such a high position.

After a few seconds, the young man could clearly see the face of the fallen man. The young man also saw the fallen man in the sky looking at him in the same way.

But the young man found that he was already so low, but the speed of the man's fall did not slow down at all. If he fell to the ground at the current speed, even his powerful body would be smashed to pieces.

Seeing this scene, the young man whispered worriedly: "Hey, he won't just fall down and die."

Although he was worried that the man would fall and die, the young man didn't know what he should do now or what he could do.

The young man's mind was running wildly, but he couldn't think of any good solution. In the end, he could only stare at the man falling from the sky, trying to see what his result would be, whether it would be... He fell to death like this.

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Wang Xiaoming looked at the man with a photon upper body below. From the clothes on his lower body, the style of the hair on his head, and the clothes hanging aside, Wang Xiaoming guessed that he should be an ancient Chinese person.

This world is most likely an ancient Chinese world, but Wang Xiaoming still doesn’t know which dynasty it is.

Looking at the handsome young man who was also looking up at him, and looking around him, Wang Xiaoming felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

In addition, every time he appeared, he was near the protagonist or an important character, so Wang Xiaoming had some guesses about that person's identity.

When Wang Xiaoming fell to the height of the treetop not far from the young man, a green whirlwind appeared on his body and dragged him down.

Although Wang Xiaoming has many ways to slow down the falling speed, he still likes to use Master Fa's magic the most.

Wang Xiaoming gently landed not far from the young man.

Wang Xiaoming introduced himself to the stunned young man: "Hello, my name is Wang Xiaoming, what is your name?"

The young man came back from the shock by Wang Xiaoming's self-introduction. He hurriedly ran to the place where clothes were hung to dry, took off the clothes that were not completely dry, and put them on.

After a while, after the young man put on all his clothes and tidied them up, the young man strode up to Wang Xiaoming and said, "I'm really sorry just now. I was a little unreasonable just now. My name is Han." No, he is Korea’s Ninth Young Master.”

While saying this, Han Fei solemnly gave Wang Xiaoming the etiquette of meeting between nobles.