Chapter 1567: Drawing Names by Lot

Lu Wang and Zhu Yan immediately cupped their hands in gratitude and turned to share the good news.

Bai Xilie looked up, feeling as Zhi’er’s real father, he couldn’t be outdone.

"In that case, once I wake from this dream and return, I will immediately grant amnesty to the whole world, saying I dreamed my precious daughter gave birth to a son."

Jing Jia giggled: "Then I shall use my magic to send sweet rain, ensuring continuous prosperity for three years to celebrate my grandson’s birth."

The crowd joyfully agreed.

Finally, the child returned to Bai Zhi’er’s arms.

Feng Fuce asked, "What name do you want to give the child?"

Bai Zhi’er thought for a moment and smiled: "Let’s not choose one yet. When he turns a hundred days old, let him pick for himself. He’s a little thinker, I’m sure he’ll be eager to choose his own name."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and asked the little guy in the swaddle: "What do you say? Aren’t you, my dear?"

The Little Demon Lord showed his mother an innocent and harmless smile.

He reached out with his chubby hand and placed it on his mother’s cheek.

Bai Zhi’er happily kissed his palm; when it was Feng Fuce’s turn, the Little Demon Lord quietly withdrew his hand.

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Not letting father kiss you?"

Oh well, a naughty son isn’t worth kissing.

He grasped Bai Zhi’er’s hand and kissed it in front of their son.

The little one’s dark eyes widened into round circles.

It seemed he was wondering why he could kiss his mother so many times?

The family was harmonious and happy.

Bai Zhi’er immersed herself daily in the joy of nurturing her son.

He always ate too much, constantly burped milk, and often did not close his eyes when it was time to sleep.

So Feng Fuce actively carried the child, walking around the room.

At that time, the little guy lay on his father’s shoulder, watching the flowers and grass of the Demon World and every passing Demon Beast.

Once seen vaguely in his mother’s belly, now all the sights became clear.

Soon.

The little guy was a hundred days old.

According to Bai Zhi’er, today was his name-choosing ceremony; simply, let him choose his name.

Otherwise, during the nameless period, the family called him dear, which had already become his nickname.

The grand hall for the ceremony was already filled with about three hundred guests.

From the hall’s entrance to the middle, there was a long table lined with written slips of paper.

These were personally prepared and written by Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce.

They placed some words with excellent meanings among them; whichever the little guy picked, that would be his name.

When Feng Fuce walked in holding the child, hand in hand with Bai Zhi’er, the guests cheered.

A chubby, handsome little guy, with distinct features, was being carried obediently.

Then, Feng Fuce placed him at the table’s front end.

Bai Zhi’er smiled and said, "Dear, you need to think carefully before you reach out."

The little one seemed to half-understand, crawling forward.

He didn’t pick up any paper along the way.

Bai Zhi’er inevitably began to worry.

She tilted her head and whispered to Feng Fuce: "Does our son not understand?"

Feng Fuce chuckled: "It’s possible. He usually doesn’t care for ordinary toys; not grabbing paper is only natural."

Their son only shows interest when he sees different demons flying around or in demon combat.

If he’s not interested, he won’t spare a glance.

Just as Bai Zhi’er sighed.

The guests cheered!

Turns out, the little guy finally picked up a slip of paper.

"Lin."