Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 475: He's her biological son, no doubt about it.

"What kind of move is that? When you hit me, it felt like you weren't using any strength at all, so why does it hurt so much?" The female leader looked at Ning Yao with a strange expression, as if she had seen a ghost.

"These are called acupoints. Hitting someone doesn't necessarily require brute force. Even if I explained it to you, you might not understand. In short, it's a science," Ning Yao explained, a hint of slyness in her eyes.

In order to complement the use of the spiritual spring of Baiyan Xuefei, Ning Yao had recently sought out some ancient books on acupoints in traditional Chinese medicine.

She had just had a sudden inspiration and thought she'd give it a try; she never imagined that acupoints could be used for such a purpose besides saving lives.

Some acupoints are very painful when tapped, which is very suitable for this strong and healthy leader.

The leader got up from the ground by himself, an incredulous look on his face.

This was the first time she had ever heard of the concept of acupoints.

"As the tribal chief, you wouldn't go back on your word, would you? I've already defeated you, you should release the prisoners."

“I will release the person, but you have to teach me how to apply this ‘acupoint’.” The leader was particularly interested in the acupoints Ning Yao mentioned.

In their minds, the strong are undoubtedly those with great strength and physical superiority. Ning Yao's appearance has changed the leader's perception.

“Okay, then I’ll teach you a few tricks.” Ning Yao readily agreed.

In another wooden cabin, Wen Tingye was still lying on the ground, his body numb and unable to move his tongue.

After treatment, Ning Chen had the bullet removed from his muscle, and his wound was bandaged. He was now resting in bed.

Wen Tingye stared at the door with his eyes wide open, but no one came to inform him.

All the men lay sprawled on the ground, their faces filled with helplessness. Who would have thought that such a strange place existed in China? They just happened to stumble upon it; no one would believe it if word got out.

As darkness fell, no one returned. Wen Tingye was drenched in sweat and growing increasingly impatient.

Not only him, but Ning Moran and He Yu were in no better shape either.

Each person was injected with a different level of anesthetic. When the anesthetic was about to wear off, someone would inject it again to ensure that they would not have the strength to resist and could only lie obediently on the ground.

This was the first time he had ever been captured as a prisoner; it was truly a dark chapter in his life.

Wen Tingye thought to himself, "As long as I get out, I must send someone to wipe out this godforsaken place!"

Suddenly, a clear laugh came from outside the wooden house. Wen Tingye recognized the voice immediately; it was none other than Ning Yao.

Ning Yao taught the chieftain acupoints and had already mastered the language to communicate with them; her clear, cool voice spoke fluent tribal language.

The young woman followed the burly leader into the cabin, glancing indifferently at the man on the ground.

Wen Tingye struggled to look up at Ning Yao, and only after confirming that she was alright did he feel a huge weight lifted from his heart.

Next, he saw a surprising scene: the burly woman who was the tribal chief turned and put her arm around Ning Yao, and the two seemed to have a very good relationship.

From Wen Tingye's perspective, he could see a majestic figure from behind, but he couldn't tell whether the person was male or female.

The man's entire arm twitched, and his eyes flashed with anger that sent chills down one's spine.

He Yu was closest to Wen Tingye, and when he saw Wen Tingye's eyes, his heart suddenly tightened, and he was reflexively frightened.

Several women walked over to the men lying haphazardly on the ground and injected them with another drug.

Wen Tingye gradually regained sensation in his limbs, but although he could move them, they were still not flexible.

Ning Yao was invited by the leader to sit down, and the two chatted and laughed, but no one else could understand what they were saying.

Wen Tingye struggled to sit up from the ground, his deep eyes fixed on the woman sitting in the chair.

"Are you alright? Are you feeling any better?" Ning Yao sat in the chair and looked at Wen Tingye with concern.

Wen Tingye's eyes flickered slightly, his tongue was still a little numb, and he couldn't speak for the time being.

"They will send someone out later to bring the message to Duoduo and the others, to let them know they are safe. We can't leave yet; we have to stay until at least the day after tomorrow."

The day after tomorrow? Why?

Wen Tingye frowned and struggled to his feet. The usually tall Wen Tingye now looked rather thin among the tribesmen.

“Achen’s injuries are not suitable for movement at the moment; he needs to rest.” Ning Yao glanced at her son lying on the bed.

She was also very interested in the jungle and the tribe, knowing that it wasn't easy to come across such an ancient tribe.

"The medical conditions outside are better." Perhaps because of the medicine, Wen Tingye's voice was hoarse and rough.

Wen Tingye was also worried about Ning Chen. This place was clearly not suitable for a patient, and Ning Chen needed a better medical environment.

He wanted to leave for two reasons: one was for his son, and the other was to regain his dignity.

He was determined to raze this tribal area to the ground, and they actually dared to inject him with anesthesia? Did they think he was a wild beast or an animal?

Thinking of this, a fierce glint flashed in Wen Tingye's eyes. He held back his breath, knowing he would suffocate if he didn't let it out.

As they were talking, Ning Chen on the bed suddenly stirred, turning his body to the side and letting out a soft moan.

Ning Yao got off the chair and hurried over to the bedside, looking at Ning Chen with concern.

"Ah Chen, can you hear me? Does your wound feel uncomfortable? Is it still very painful?" A barrage of questions came at me.

The leader glanced at the nineteen-year-old boy on the bed with interest, then at Ning Yao.

Ning Yao is quite shrewd; she has so many men around her.

"Is she your legal wife?" the leader suddenly asked, inquiring about Ning Yao.

“No, he is my son.” Ning Yao held Ning Chen’s hand, her voice gentle and pleasant to hear.

"Son? This handsome man is your son?" The leader was startled by Ning Yao's words, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Ning Yao looks like a young woman in her early twenties, how could she possibly have given birth to such a big son?

“Yes, he’s my biological son, and he’s my boyfriend.” Ning Yao glanced at Ning Moran and Wen Tingye before explaining to the leader.

"Boyfriend?" The leader had learned a new word.

There are no boyfriends here, only captives they've captured.

The leader glanced at Ning Chen and Ning Moran again, and suddenly had another idea.

"Since they are not your men, may I have one?" The leader spoke to Ning Yao in a consultative tone, clearly showing respect for her.

None of the men their tribe had captured before were as good-looking as Ning Yao's two sons, and the chief liked these two boys.

Especially the one lying on the bed, whose hair was longer than Ning Moran's, looked more obedient and more likable.

“No, they are my sons, and I have a responsibility to protect them.” Ning Yao resolutely refused the leader’s request.

Her son isn't an object that can be given away just like that; they have their own ideas too.

Besides, Ning Yao understands Ning Moran and Ning Chen, and knows that they would never stay in such a place for the rest of their lives.