Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Chapter 1189: Feng Qian V Mu Yan (5)

Once, he separated himself from the soul fragments, because he had no memory of what happened in the small plane, so to him, it was like he had never experienced it.

Knowing that she has a close relationship with the Soul Fragment, even if the reason is telling him that the Soul Fragment is himself, he will be a little bored for no reason. That feeling disturbs the originally peaceful heart.

He didn’t understand it before, but now he understands that it was because he liked it.

The gods in the realm of the gods could not endure long periods of loneliness, and he knew that in pairs.

They said it was love, but Mu Yan didn’t understand, what was love?

Perhaps, he already understood.

The Lord God made a concession, and after he took over the position of the Lord God, he would not stop him from being with Feng Qian.

But no one knows better than Mu Yan that the reason why the Lord God cannot be emotional is not something that is restricted or prohibited by the laws of heaven and earth, but the Lord God itself.

The identity of the Lord God is supreme, and it is in line with the way of heaven. Probably no one wants to be the Lord God, in charge of thousands of small planes.

But if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight, and if you are in a high position, your responsibilities will be equal to it.

It wasn’t that Mu Yan didn’t want to take on this responsibility, but he knew very well that once he became the main god, his energy and time would have to be spent on duties, which would definitely not allow her to have a complete mind.

Lord God and her.

This multiple-choice question, Mu Yan never hesitated.

He chose the latter.

The Lord God also has the grace of nurturing and nurturing for him. The moment he chose to live up to the expectations of the Lord God, he had already considered the consequences.

What he should bear, he will bear.

Until the new son of the main **** was born and succeeded in succeeding the main god, that kind of kindness could be repaid.

The Lord God’s road is too long to give her wholehearted love and care.

Without him, there will be the next son of the Lord God.

There will always be someone suitable for this position.

And this fate of Hefengqian, only once.

Mu Yan lowered his eyes.

This is the first time since his birth that he has lived up to the expectations of the Lord God and violated the will of the Lord God, and it is also the first time that he has mixed selfish desires when making decisions.

And he…

No regrets.

The cold god, the corner of his lips lifted a very light arc, the girl’s sleeping face in the pale golden eyes was well-behaved, he raised his hand, and his knuckled fingers landed on the side of the girl’s face, lifted a strand of broken hair for her, and brushed it. behind the ear.

Those experiences in the small plane are particularly clear, and some pictures also make his white ear wings gradually dyed crimson.

Before the experience, he had never experienced these things, never heard of them, and thus never understood them.

After integrating the memory of the small plane, at least, it can be regarded as theoretical knowledge.

His fingertips stopped and slowly retracted.

According to calculations, Feng Qian had just returned to God’s Domain not long ago.

Mu Yan didn’t want to disturb her rest.

Feng Qian slept very close to the side, so it was not safe, and he could fall off the bed when he rolled over.

After a pause, Mu Yan sat up gently, he lowered his eyes to look at Feng Qian, thought for a while, and slowly bent down.

Fingers passed under the thin quilt, and their tips fell on the girl’s slender waist.

When his fingertips touched, even through his clothes, he couldn’t help but froze.

The light-gold eyes flashed brightly, and Mu Yan lowered his eyes, pursed his beautiful thin lips, and tightened the hand around the girl’s waist slightly.

He moved slowly and carefully moved Feng Qian inward.

While doing this, Mu Yan was also very serious and didn’t want to wake her up.

His movements were gentle, Feng Qian slept soundly, his eyelids moved, and then he turned over and pressed his waist on Mu Yan’s arm.

His Highness froze for a while, froze.

The slender eyelashes swept over, and she pursed her thin lips slightly at a loss.

I was afraid that if I moved a little, I would wake Feng Qian.