She is the only one in their family who is still alive, and the only other one is her daughter, but her daughter is not in this world at all now...
Liu Rushuang couldn't hide her face with shock, her eyes were staring straight at the sleeping girl, and the divine aura in her body reflected each other.
She can definitely judge that this is indeed the spirit of the Holy Spirit passed down from generation to generation among the women in their family!
The breath of the Holy Spirit?
Quan Shaohuang looked down at the white light around the child. This was not ordinary spiritual power!
It is easier to determine that he has yin and yang attributes than others.
This Holy Spirit's air is closer to the feeling of the healing system, but it is purer and more sacred than those of the water system.
The spiritual power exuded from Xiao Wuyou's body is very similar to the aura from Liu Rushuang... Yes, they are somewhat similar to each other, and it seems normal to have the same aura in their bodies.
"Give me the child, give me the child quickly!" Liu Rushuang looked excited, but her voice was controlled and kept quiet, "Give me back my...granddaughter!"
Quan Shaohuang was startled, and his men were startled subconsciously.
Holding this soft and fragrant child, he felt unwilling to let go. It seemed that he had never been the kind of person who liked children, so why did he feel some affection for the little girl.
"Maybe it's because you look very similar to her. Looking at you seems like she looked at her when she was a child."
Quan Shaohuang slowly let go of his hand and handed the child back to Liu Rushuang's arms.
Liu Rushuang held Xiao Wuyou in her arms with excitement on her face, her eyes filled with all kinds of complex colors: excited, excited, happy, distressed, missing...
"My child, you are here, does that mean your mother is also here? My child..." Liu Rushuang looked at her with a complex expression as she stroked the face of the child in her arms. The child's delicate and soft skin made her reluctant to look away.
Quan Shaohuang stood up and left, but before leaving, he said: "In three days, I will personally come to invite the master of the pavilion to Youcheng. During this period, the child will probably have to be taken care of by someone else!"
The voice was cold and low, and the next second the person had left.
Liu Rushuang rolled her eyes, her charming aura still contained a hint of femininity even when she rolled her eyes.
"The rumored ruthless Lord Quan is not ruthless at all. The rumors are indeed unbelievable!" She looked at the child in her arms, her eyes full of doting, "Hey, I actually already have a granddaughter. If they find out, I'm afraid they will kill her immediately.
Scared to death."
There was nostalgia in his eyes, but his strength in holding the child in his hands was steady.
"Pavilion Master!"
Liu Rushuang's eyes were smiling: "Pass my order and let the news out immediately. Quan Wuyou is in Xiaoyao Pavilion. I want you to spread the news as soon as possible and make sure that everyone in the entire continent knows about it."
They all came out of the passage, so she could be sure that her daughter must be scattered somewhere.
The vast continent is so big that if there is no channel to get the news, it would be extremely difficult to find someone.
She was also glad that her granddaughter ended up here by accident!
Maybe this is God's arrangement!
"When your mother was sent to the Shu family, she should have been given Shu's name... Youyou, the Shu Shu you keep calling should refer to your mother!"
A shrewd look flashed in Liu Rushuang's eyes, and some things that she didn't understand about the little milk baby before seemed to become clear at this moment.
