Marvel: Why should I save you? We are close friends.

In another corner of the foggy battlefield, lightning flashed, illuminating the dim, abandoned subway station as bright as day.

Here, a man with a naked upper body and skin glowing with a faint green light is walking slowly. He seems to have some mysterious connection with thunder and lightning.

The electric current surrounding the body made a "sizzling" sound. Wherever it went, not only did the air vibrate, but even the old electronic products scattered on the ground could not withstand the impact of this force and exploded one after another, with sparks flying everywhere.

Not far away, on a bench in front of a convenience store, Lan Bao was yawning lazily, his body almost completely sunk into the chair.

He had a lollipop in his mouth, and the candy was flashing a strange light under the lightning.

He complained, "Really... I agreed to take a day off today, but this kind of troublesome thing happens again..." As he spoke, he casually tugged at his pajamas embroidered with a lightning pattern. The tuft of hair on top of his head twitched rhythmically with the thunder coming from afar, making him look particularly playful.

"Hey, man, can you please retract your lightning? It is forbidden to waste electricity resources in Hell's Kitchen!" Rambo glanced lazily at the enemy who was electrified all over, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

That man was the ghost with the lightning attribute among the six hanging flowers. He seemed not to have heard what Lan Bao said, but just raised his hand slightly. In an instant, countless thick lightning bolts jumped out like spirit snakes and went straight to Lan Bao.

Wherever these lightning bolts passed, even the solid steel bars were melted into molten iron by the high temperature, and a burnt smell filled the air.

Faced with the overwhelming attack, Lan Bao simply turned over lightly. The lightning bolts that were almost touching his nose miraculously turned only three centimeters away from him, turning into green streams of light that entangled his crossed legs, as if protesting to him.

"It's so noisy..." Lan Bao muttered in dissatisfaction and scratched his belly. Surprisingly, he kneaded the lightning wrapped around his legs into several ball-shaped lightning like kneading dough, and then threw it lightly to counterattack Ghost.

He said lazily, "If you want to fight, hurry up. I'm in a hurry to go back for a nap. This is really troublesome."

However, the moment the ball lightning approached the ghost, it disappeared silently as if it was swallowed by an invisible black hole.

For the first time, a trace of solemnity and doubt flashed across Lan Bao's lazy expression: "Absorbing... is this guy's ability so tricky?"

Lan Bao himself can absorb lightning, but at this moment he realized that the absorption ability of the enemy in front of him seemed to be stronger.

He stood up slowly, his eyes became sharper than ever before, and he looked at the enemy opposite him carefully in an almost scrutinizing manner.

Ghost's figure appeared and disappeared in the flickering lightning. His ethereal form was elusive. Strictly speaking, he was more like a phenomenon beyond the laws of nature rather than a life form in the traditional sense.

However, this seriousness only lasted for a moment, and Lan Bao's face once again returned to his signature lazy smile.

"Absorb? Humph, thinking of countermeasures and using your brain is really too much trouble for me." He glanced lazily at Ghost opposite him, with a bit of cynicism in his tone.

"In that case, let's just have a competition to see whose absorption ability will come out on top! Just think of it as a little exercise after dinner to stretch your muscles."

At this point, Lan Bao seemed to have remembered something, frowned slightly, and said to himself: "But speaking of which, after this battle, I have to ask Chen Ye and Yi Shi for some compensation. At least I have to take a three-day vacation! No, a week! Yes, a week's vacation is enough!"

Just as Lan Bao was muttering and teasing himself, the Ghost on the opposite side suddenly made a move.

The red light in his pupils surged, like two burning stars, and six wings shining with lightning suddenly spread out behind him, as if the mythical god of thunder had descended.

Then, as if summoned by some mysterious force, the metal products of the entire block floated up and gathered above Ghost's head, gradually condensing into a huge purple thunder sword with a diameter of one hundred meters. The sword exuded a heart-pounding aura of destruction. Ghost murmured: "Thunder Punishment·Heaven Punishment!"

At the moment when the giant sword fell with the force of thunder, Lan Bao's figure disappeared miraculously.

It turned out that he used his precise control over lightning to instantly melt a steaming hot spring pool on the asphalt road, and he himself soaked in the lightning lava leisurely, even blowing bubbles leisurely.

The lightning strike that was powerful enough to destroy the world was completely absorbed the moment it came into contact with the pool of lightning.

"Your trick..." Lan Bao poked his head out of the thunder pool, gave Ghost a thumbs up, and a teasing smile on his face, "It's quite suitable for making a sauna."

"It's my turn"

Lan Bao finally put away his lazy expression, and the first-generation lightning pattern on his chest was as bright as the sun.

He leaned back with his hands in his pockets, and suddenly a hammock woven with lightning appeared beneath him.

"The secret of thunder attribute..." Lan Bao chuckled at the moment when the Qilin's sharp teeth touched her hair, "Million-ton sleepyhead."

The lightning on the hammock suddenly increased, and actually assimilated Ghost's Thunder Kirin form into a green light spot.

These light spots quickly gathered together to form a huge palm, which slapped Ghost's body with irresistible force. With a deafening roar, the tiles of the entire street were shaken up into the sky by this force, and dust flew everywhere, creating a mess.

When Ghost struggled to climb out of the ruins, he saw Lan Bao leisurely pinching a milk tea straw with lightning, as if the thrilling battle just now had never happened. Lan Bao sucked the pearl and said vaguely: "Do you know why the Guardian of Thunder is me?"

"This thing called thunder and lightning..." Lan Bao suddenly snapped his fingers, the sound was crisp and loud.

Ghost suddenly realized that the lightning in his body was flowing backwards, as if attracted by an invisible force. He was horrified to find that the lightning pattern on Lan Bao's chest was like a black hole, madly devouring the lightning energy in his body.

"The more violent the thunder and lightning..." Lan Bao stretched, slowly stood up, with a satisfied smile on his face.

He spread out his palms, and all the absorbed thunder energy condensed into a baseball-sized green ball of light in his palms, flashing a soft and mysterious light.

"It's more suitable as a sleeping pill." He said softly, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

The ball of light rolled gently to Ghost's feet, and suddenly a strong burst of lightning burst out.

However, this lightning was unusually gentle, wrapping Ghost tightly like a duvet.

Ghost felt a warm current rushing into his body, and fatigue and sleepiness quickly swept over his body.

When the light faded, Ghost had already disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Rambo was lying on the recliner, snoring loudly, and his snoring echoed throughout the street.

“It’s really troublesome…”