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 not call me Feng Mu? I think our two surnames are quite good."

Fengmu...

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

"It doesn't seem to work too well. Parents' surnames form a name. Although the meaning is good, it is also a bit perfunctory."

As the main god of God's Domain, he has to be in charge of thousands of small planes, so the name cannot be decided so casually.

Feng Qian started to have trouble again.

"Ayan, who chose my name?"

Feng Qian nestled in Mu Yan's arms, turning his head to look at His Highness.

Mu Yan paused, and gave Feng Qian an answer: "Follow the fate."

"Um?"

Mu Yan freed one hand, slowly raised it, and waved it lightly in the void.

The golden characters are densely packed.

Feng Qian understood, "It's just grabbing a word at random, and whatever you catch is what it is?"

Mu Yan nodded.

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

That's how her name came about, and His Highness's name should be similar.

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

"It's better to let the baby catch it by itself."

Mu Yan never had any doubts about Feng Qian's decision.

He retracted the characters, carried Feng Qian into his arms and walked to the bedroom.

The little lord god 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 whatever he catches is what he gets.

After the matter of naming was settled, Feng Qian felt a lot easier in an instant.

When the little lord god was born, the realm of the gods was shrouded in golden light, everything was reborn, and divine power surged.

During the process of Feng Qian giving birth to him, there was not much pain.

The little lord god was still a baby, so he knew how to protect his mother with his own strength.

When this child was born, his brows and eyes were not wrinkled like ordinary babies, probably because of his divine power. His brows and eyes were delicate and cute, and there was a golden mark between his brows, exuding a faint divine light.

At the same time, the imprint on the center of the Lord God's eyebrows began to fade, and eventually disappeared.

A new Lord God is born.

The little lord god opened his eyes, his pupils were as light as the wind, pitch black and bright, and when the divine power surged, the beautiful golden color would appear in the pupils.

This is a delicate milk doll.

The child didn't cry or make trouble, and opened his eyes wide, looking at the people around him.

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

The complexion is milky white, soft, like a little angel.

Probably because he felt that he should do something, the little lord god groaned and cried, squeezed out a tear from his eyes, and then, maybe because he felt that he had completed the task and done what he should do, he continued to blink and watch. Looking at the adults around.

Although the little Lord God is cute, it is too small and too soft.

All the gods in the God's Domain crowded their heads and wanted to see the cute little main god with their own eyes, but for the sake of the baby's health, these gods were all turned away.

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

Thus, the gods of God's Domain began to prepare gifts for the little Lord God for the hundred-day banquet in a hurry.

The little milk baby does not cry or fuss, her eyes are agile, and when she wakes up, she likes to look at the outside world with her eyes open.

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

Feng Qian coaxed softly: "Be good, baby, hold out your little hand."

"like this……"

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

The little lord god blinked his eyes, raised his soft white hand, and pinched a golden character with his soft fingers.

Mu Yan raised his hand to take 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 to look at the golden characters caught by the little Lord God.

Metaphor.

Feng Qian blinked: "Is it Feng Yu?"

The corners of Mu Yan's lips twitched slightly, "Feng Yu. It's pretty good."

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

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

Well, mom and dad came here like this, it's fair.