Lucifer, an underground idol by hobby and part-time by choice!
Zuo An, who has been showered with care ever since people mistook him for a demon, tries to make him famous.
There are some strange things mixed in with the human audience:
You two over there, if you want to be comedians, please don't ride on our coattails. You already have so many followers that you're top-tier stars;
Hey, hey, no entry fee, no standing around here. Being a god is no excuse for being broke;
Sorry, please put down the spiked club and pick up a fan lightstick;
We don't mind, we don't discriminate. As long as there's love, we're all for your grand revolutionary friendship spanning Heaven and Hell
Huh?
Lucifer: You really don't discriminate?
The super-warm leader of Hell, who brings hot coffee for all the ghosts after work, splits the bill with Jesus at the mall, and doesn't get mad when some pigeon reposts his vlog, has fallen hard for shipping.
Hah, you said you'd boost my luck. Why did you boost my affection instead?
My secret identity as a Heaven spy is about to be exposed.
In that case
Michael: I swear I didn't mean to ship my brother with you!
Zuo An: Too late. You don't even get to be the flower girl anymore.
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