Chapter 85 A Farmer’s Son? Yeah, Right

• “I’m naturally immune to all poisons. You buy that?” Dominic’s lips tipped up as he glanced over Erya, a few words flashing through his mind. “If I’m not wrong, your body’s one of the Thousand-Poison types.”
• “Ah! Sir, you actually know about the Thousand-Poison body?” Shock spread across Erya’s face. The last time she’d heard that term was from an old psychic. Too bad that guy recognized it but couldn’t treat it. “Then do you have any way to help me control the toxins?”
• Dominic thought for a beat. “For now, I’ve got nothing. But when my master gets back, he should have a way.”