Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

"Is your surname Feng?"

Feng Qian tilted her head slightly, and she seriously thought about the name again.

After thinking for a moment, she looked up at Mu Yan, "Why don't you call it Feng Mu? I think our two surnames are pretty good."

Feng Mu...

Mu Yan murmured softly, and the next second, Feng Qian suddenly interrupted.

"It doesn't seem to be very good. Mom and Dad's surnames form names. Although the meaning is good, it is also a bit perfunctory."

As the main **** of God's Domain, to be in charge of thousands of small planes, the name cannot be decided so arbitrarily.

Feng Qian started to get into trouble again.

"Ayan, who gave my name to me?"

Feng Qianwo was in Mu Yan's arms and turned to look at His Highness.

Mu Yan paused and gave Feng Qian an answer: "Fate."

"Um?"

Mu Yankong took out a hand, slowly raised it, and waved it lightly in the void.

Golden characters are densely packed.

Feng Qian understood, "Just grab a word, what is it?"

Mu Yan nodded.

Such a naming mechanism, Feng Qian thinks, why is it still a bit perfunctory?

That's how her name came, so the name of His Highness should be similar.

Feng Qian raised his head and stared at the characters in the void for a while.

"Let the baby catch it by himself."

Feng Qian's decision, Mu Yan has always had no doubts.

He retracted the characters, picked Feng Qian up and walked to the bedroom.

The little main **** is still sleeping, so there is no rush to name it for the time being. When the baby wakes up, let him catch a word, and what he catches is what he catches.

The matter of naming was resolved, and Feng Qian was instantly relieved.

When the little Lord God was born, the Divine Realm was shrouded in golden divine light, all things were reborn, and divine power surged.

Feng Qian gave birth to him without too much pain.

The little Lord God was still a baby, so he knew how to protect his mother with his own power.

This child was born, his eyebrows and eyes are not wrinkled like ordinary babies, probably because of divine power, his eyebrows are delicate and lovely, and there is a golden mark on the center of his eyebrows, exuding a faint divine light.

At the same time, the mark between the eyebrows of the Lord God began to dim, and eventually disappeared.

A new chief **** is born.

The little Lord God opened his eyes, his pupils were as shallow as the wind, pitch-black and shiny, only when divine power surged, a beautiful golden color would appear in his pupils.

This is a delicate milk doll.

The child does not cry or make trouble, but opens his eyes wide and looks at the people around him.

Like His Royal Highness, the eyelashes are long and beautiful, slightly curled.

The complexion is creamy white and soft, like a little angel.

Probably because he felt that he should do something, the little master hummed and cried, and a tear came out of his eyes. Then, maybe he felt that he had completed the task and finished what he had to do, so he continued to blink. the adults around.

Although the little main **** is cute, it is too small and too soft.

The gods of the Divine Realm crowded their heads and wanted to see the lovely little main **** with their own eyes, but for the sake of the baby's health, these gods were turned away.

Mu Yan opened his mouth and asked everyone to come to the Hundred Days Banquet of the Little Lord God.

As a result, the gods of the gods began to prepare gifts for the 100-day feast for the little master god.

The little baby does not cry or make trouble, and her eyes are smart. When she wakes up, she likes to look at the outside world with her eyes open.

Feng Qian and Mu Yan supported the crib and looked down at the delicate little doll.

Feng Qian coaxed softly: "Be good, baby, stretch out your small hand."

"like this……"

Feng Qian personally demonstrated, reaching out and grabbing a golden character.

The little Lord God blinked, the soft white hand raised, and the soft fingers pinched a golden character.

Mu Yan raised his hand and took back the other characters.

The little doll grabbed the characters with both hands and fiddled with them, looking very curious, and finally smiled, with curved eyebrows and eyes like two little moons.

Feng Qian and Mu Yan leaned over and looked at the golden characters that the little Lord God grabbed.

metaphor.

Feng Qian blinked: "Is it Feng Yu?"

Mu Yan's lips lifted slightly, "Feng Yu. It's pretty good."

Feng Qian reached out and poked the little doll's face lightly, she bent her eyes, "Feng Xiaoyu, this will be your name from now on."

The name you choose, if you don't like it, you have to ask for it.

Well, it's fair that my parents came here like this.