I really want to be a good person [Comprehensive Myth]

At this moment, Mu Ziyan was sitting at home watching TV bored.

There were so many things on TV, but it was just family affairs, Moqier yawned while watching, and Mu Ziyan was also a little funny: "You don't like TV?"

"If you want to read the love history, the gods are probably more interesting." Mo Qier said with a smile: "Do you want to hear it, my lord?"

"For example..." Mu Ziyan became a little interested.

Looking at Mu Ziyan's raised hand, Moqieer started talking enthusiastically: "For example, Your Excellency Zeus, you should know everything about him."

"Of course." Mu Ziyan smiled, thought about it and asked again: "By the way, what's going on between him and Hades?"

Mochel was stunned: "Huh?"

Looking at his mouth wide open, Mu Ziyan turned his head helplessly: "Well, maybe I'm thinking too much."

"No, no, no," Mochel quickly corrected: "I mean... Shouldn't his business be called Hades and Zeus?"

Mu Ziyan stared at Moqieer.

Mochel started talking: "Because everyone thinks that His Excellency Zeus has done a lot of evil, heck... Hades should give him a hard education."

Mu Ziyan looked up at the sky silently, holding back a smile from the corner of his mouth: "Does Zeus know about this?"

"Of course I don't know. If I knew, the people who said these words might be very miserable." Mo Qier felt sorry.

Mu Ziyan didn't ask any more questions, and just asked another question with a smile: "Then... Where's Lucifer?"

Mochel immediately shut his mouth: "Your Highness is fine!"

Very obtrusive!

"About Michael, I remember asking you once." Mu Ziyan looked at Moqieer with a smile in his eyes.

Moqieer felt dizzy: "Then what... I..." Looking at Mu Ziyan's persevering eyes, Moqieer burst into tears: "My lord, Your Highness and His Highness Michael have nothing!"

If there is, I will never tell you!

"Actually, I vaguely remember." Mu Ziyan smiled, took a sip of the tea on the table, "They are very good friends."

"It can't be regarded as a friend." Mochel's eyes flashed a look of reminiscence. He worked with Lucifer very early. At that time, Lucifer was still an angel, and he was not an officer of hell. Mochel added: " It should be a confidant."

...Mu Ziyan felt that he was silently shot by an arrow.

However, Mochel recalled that he was so excited that he couldn't stop at all!

"At that time, His Royal Highness Lucifer and His Royal Highness Michael were friends and enemies. Sometimes His Highness wanted to drink, and he would go with His Royal Highness Michael..."

...So that's what happened to the cup.

In fact, Mu Ziyan vaguely remembered that the pair of cups seemed to be too used to it, and perhaps it had also become a faint habit of Lucifer.

Mochel looked up suddenly: "My lord, I..."

"It's nothing." Mu Ziyan was silent for a moment, then reached out and patted Mo Qier's head: "Go and rest, I'll be busy for a while."

The school work is not idle, and Mu Ziyan is a responsible person, he only wants to go to bed after finishing the homework.

Mochel regretted saying these words: "My lord," he walked out the door and turned his head three times: "Will you return to the Ministry of Emergency Affairs?"

"This department," Mu Ziyan put down his pen and asked thoughtfully, "Why was it established?"

This question has troubled Mu Ziyan since a long time ago.

No one had ever told him why the Ministry of Emergencies existed, and likewise, he had been snatched from the world, and he had gotten into it all in a strange way.

Mochel shook his head in a ignorant expression: "I don't know, it's probably a balancing agency. After all, there are too many existences in the Four Realms."

Mu Ziyan didn't ask further, perhaps even Lucifer couldn't tell him this question.

He responded to the question from Mocher: "Will go back."

These three words reassured Moqier, and he narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, my lord."

He still didn't call His Highness Mu Ziyan, as if the word was just for Lucifer...and of course, Michael.

Thinking of this, Mu Ziyan felt a blockage in his heart for no reason.

The next day, Mu Ziyan ushered in an unexpected visitor.

The old man who knocked on the door seemed to be an octogenarian. Mu Ziyan stared at him for a while, wondering which student's parent it might be.

"you……"

"You are Xiaoyan..." The old grandma showed nostalgia and reminiscence, and tears slowly filled her eyes: "Xiaoyan, don't you remember grandma?"

……

There is an inexplicable, familiar feeling.

Mu Ziyan stepped aside: "Please come inside."

Seeing Mu Ziyan's still kind but unfamiliar expression, the old man showed a look of disappointment: "Xiaoyan really forgot, it's all my grandma's fault..."

grandmother.

What an intimate word, Mu Ziyan looked at the old man in front of him, and handed him a cup of hot water: "Drink some water." After the old man calmed down a little, Mu Ziyan asked, "Just now you said, you are my grandma ..."

"After your father's accident, grandma went out to buy vegetables, and you followed, why did you get lost... You really don't remember?" The old man showed a anxious expression, and his wrinkles were crowded together.

Mu Ziyan shook his head: "I'm sorry..."

He only remembered that his parents had both died, and he was a complete orphan.

The memory seems to be cut off. From the day Mu Ziyan was picked up by the orphanage, he has been a blank Mu Ziyan.

Nothing but the name.

The old man shook his head and sighed, tears slowly fell from his cloudy eyes: "If grandma hadn't been so careless, she wouldn't have made you suffer so much."

Mu Ziyan looked uncomfortable, and stretched out his hand to pass a tissue: "Where did you hear about me?"

"From my benefactor," the old man tried his best to suppress his sobs, "it's a young man with black hair. He said he found it in the household registration check recently."

...Probably Lucifer, or Monilu?

For some reason, thinking of such a possibility, Mu Ziyan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"How is grandma doing recently?" Mu Ziyan asked gently while stroking the back of the old man's hand.

"It's good, it's good, but it's you who lived outside at such a young age. How have you been doing these years?" the old woman asked repeatedly.

Mu Ziyan smiled and said with relief, "I'm a teacher now, and my life is quite stable."

This is not a lie, it can be seen just by looking at the house.

The old man felt a little comforted, thought for a while and then hurriedly handed over his package: "Look, these are all your things, remember?"

Just looking at the package, Mu Ziyan felt his heart tremble.

He began to believe what the old man said, only because of the flashback of his memory——

Those marbles, comic books, and even a small spring car that he used to play with are all carefully preserved by the old man. For so many years, there is not even a trace of time.

"You didn't take any photos in those years, just a few, I'm not willing to take them with you," the old grandma looked at Mu Ziyan and said with a smile: "When you come, grandma will show you."

"I'll take grandma back later." Mu Ziyan suppressed the sound in his throat.

This is a human emotion, tender and warm.

A warm current overflowed uncontrollably, overflowing.

Mu Ziyan could hear the sound of his heart melting.

He thought, this might be the best thing Lucifer has ever done.

"Then grandma won't bother you anymore. Seeing that you are full of books, my Xiaoyan is also a scholar." The old man staggered a few steps, and his wrinkles seemed to bloom.

Mu Ziyan could tell that grandma was really happy for him, without any reason.

Such emotion does not belong to Sariye, but only to Mu Ziyan.

He suddenly felt a little grateful to God for allowing him to come to the world. Only here could he feel such simple and unpretentious emotions.

He likes the world.

Love these lovely people.

"I'll see you off." Mu Ziyan said hastily.

"No, no, no, your grandpa hasn't been here a few years ago. Why don't you show the old guy that when he's leaving, he can't think of his grandson." Grandma said, wiping her tears again: "The next Your uncle is waiting."

Mu Ziyan insisted on sending grandma down, but sure enough, the uncle was a stranger again.

He really didn't remember everything back then, but fortunately no one was to blame, he hastily memorized the address, and then watched the old man leave.

After a long while, Mochel poked his head out from the room: "My lord!"

Mu Ziyan was taken aback, and then withdrew from the past memories: "What's wrong?"

"His Royal Highness Lucifer, please go back." Mochel hesitated to speak: "It seems to be about the ancestor of the devil."

The Demon Ancestor, the Demon Ancestor, was actually with Lucifer, and he was so unscrupulous.

Looks like something is wrong.

Thinking of this, Mu Ziyan nodded without further delay, "Let's go."

Even if he is not the head of the Ministry of Emergency Affairs for the time being, Mu Ziyan and Lucifer cannot be separated after all.

He couldn't turn a blind eye to Lucifer's affairs, as if Lucifer was still helping him everywhere.

"Ziyan," Lucifer was waiting on the other side of the barrier, and said as soon as he saw Mu Ziyan, "I hope you can go with the Demon Ancestor."

Mu Ziyan frowned: "I need a reason."

"The situation is urgent." Lucifer prevaricated back with four words.

"Lucifer, I'm not the Minister of Emergency Affairs, you should understand." Mu Ziyan smiled lightly.

After a disagreement, Lucifer suddenly raised his hand.

In the nick of time, Mu Ziyan waved his hand slightly, and the moonlight was like a cold blade, entrenched in the palm of his hand.

"I don't want war to represent our relationship, Lucifer, don't force me." Mu Ziyan said.

Lucifer didn't seem to care at all: "You just met your grandmother."

Mu Ziyan suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Lucifer, you are threatening me."

Lucifer said lightly: "If possible, I don't want to use such a method. I have more methods to ask you to submit."

During the confrontation, Mu Ziyan saw behind Lucifer, the Demon Ancestor Luohu smiled faintly.

For some reason, he silently put away the sharp blade in his hand: "Okay."

He agreed, as if some deal had been settled silently.