My Spiritual Saint Guard (1)

Lord Jing was ready to show off.

The guard had used up a lot of his spiritual liquid… The thought made Lord Jing's stomach lurch, but he could only feign a happy face.

What else could he do? Reprimand the guard and drive him away? He was a rare Spiritual Saint now.

Lord Jing smiled reluctantly and patted Feng Wu on the shoulder.

Feng Wu wanted to laugh whenever she thought about what was really going on in Lord Jin's head, but she fought back her laughter and said respectfully, "My lord, I'm borrowing your spiritual liquid, and I'm going to sell my life to you. You can use it however you want. I'll pay you back."

That cheered Lord Jing up.

The spiritual liquid was a dead thing, but a person wasn't. Lord Jing could enslave a Spiritual Saint for the rest of his life. That was a sweet deal. At that thought, Lord Jing nodded with a smile. "Good, very good."

When they came out, they ran into the other three guards.