Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 309 The Yuanen Family, Demon Dimension

Startled by the Demon Emperor's mournful roar, Biji's eyelashes trembled. As she shrank into Chen Zhou's arms, the emerald light spots that fell from her hair condensed into a peacock feather pattern on the carpet.

Chen Zhou suddenly released his grip on Bi Ji and placed his slender hand on the center of the alchemical array on the table.

In an instant, blue patterns appeared on all the metal components in the room, and a certain energy fluctuation that transcended soul power caused the Demon Emperor's projection to flicker violently.

"I will have someone take you and prove your worth, and then you and your daughter will be able to survive."

The alchemist's voice was more suffocating than the deep sea, and the sunlight outside the window cast a cold, silvery edge on his silhouette. As he spoke those words, Brigitte saw a gear-shaped, crimson-gold halo emerge deep within his pupils—a manifestation of laws more ancient and majestic than any god.

After conveying the details to Hu Shatian, Chen Zhou suddenly cut off the communication. He spun the pen three times on his fingertips and then shoved it back into Bi Ji's breast pocket. He then gently buried his head in her soft, green hair.

"Owner."

The jade swan's ear tips were so red they could drip blood, and the jade buttons on her cheongsam suddenly emitted a phosphorescent glow. The soul power dormant within the ornaments sensed its owner's emotions, transforming into tiny specks of light that drifted toward the alchemist's lips. She suddenly pressed down on Chen Zhou's hand that was reaching toward the back of her neck, her watery eyes shimmering with the morning mist of the Starry Sky Forest.

"Now. It's working hours."

The last note was abruptly cut off by the crisp sound of a pen rolling off the table. Chen Zhou suddenly lifted her burning cheeks, pressing his thumb against the teardrop-shaped beauty mark that was about to fall—the most sensitive spiritual node for a 100,000-year-old soul beast. Bi Ji instantly slumped into his arms like a swan whose bones had been removed, her feathered soul bones emitting emerald-green patterns on her spine.

The roar of motorcycles came from outside the window; the morning sky train of Donghai City was passing between the buildings.

Sunlight streamed through the car windows, casting flowing beams of light inside. As the lines of light and shadow glided across Brigitte's skin, it was as if countless emerald feathers were unfolding and gathering in the interplay of light and shadow.

The silver-haired dragon queen happened to see this scene as she entered the office.

Gu Yuena stopped in the rectangular patch of light cast by the door frame, her amethyst-like eyes narrowing slightly—she recognized the feather-like patterns on Brigitte's back, the soul image of the Emerald Swan that only appears when it is in a state of extreme emotional turmoil.

Behind the desk, pale blue alchemical runes danced in Chen Zhou's raised left palm. These geometric shapes were weaving the emerald light points, materialized from Bi Ji's soul power, into a data stream. When he sensed Gu Yuena's aura, the runes suddenly condensed into pigeon-blood rubies, landing with a clink on the hollow of Bi Ji's collarbone.

"Has the Dragon God's bloodline been sorted out?"

Chen Zhou's voice remained steady, as if the intimacy just moments before was merely an illusion for the Emerald Swan. He used the tip of his shoe to hook another armchair over, gesturing for Gu Yuena to sit down.

Gu Yuena did not take a seat.

Her gaze lingered on Brigitte's still-flushed cheeks and the lipstick that had smudged on Chen Zhou's collar.

Brigitte hurriedly stood up from Chen Zhou's embrace, her head bowed. She gently placed the ruby ​​that had fallen onto her collarbone into her palm, her eyes shimmering like water, and whispered, "My lord..."

Gu Yuena didn't respond. She simply looked at Chen Zhou quietly, her slender white fingers gripping the edge of the desk. With a slight pressure, deep finger marks were silently left on the surface. She seemed to be suppressing some emotion, and finally, she coldly said, "The bloodline has stabilized, but... some aspects of 'knowledge' haven't been fully learned yet."

Chen Zhou raised an eyebrow, his tone as indifferent as ever: "Then let's continue tonight."

"Anything else?"

Gu Yuena took a deep breath, then spoke calmly, "The patriarch of the Yuanen family requests an audience."

"Yuan En?"

After much thought, Chen Zhou suddenly remembered seeing something while browsing through his world memories: a lovestruck member of the Yuanen family brought a woman connected to the demon plane home, and then, on an ordinary night, summoned a portal to the demon plane, attracting countless demons who killed nearly half of the entire family. He remembered that there was indeed someone with the surname Yuanen among his prisoners of war.

"Call in."

Chen Zhou gently patted Bi Ji's pert buttocks, signaling her to organize the documents.

The jade swan's ear tips were as red as dripping blood. She hurriedly picked up the scattered documents and retreated to the bookshelf. She even forgot to put on her crystal high heels. Her bare feet on the carpet looked like two falling jade feathers.

Gu Yuena looked at Chen Zhou with a strange expression, shook her head, and seemed to think of Bi Ji's extremely docile temperament, which seemed to have been well-trained.
After admiring the fleeing Brigitte, Chen Zhou turned his attention to Gu Yuena.

A secretary's uniform hugged her graceful figure, the silver-threaded blouse flowing down her curves to form a breathtaking arc at her waist. The collar of her snow-white shirt was slightly open, revealing glimpses of porcelain-like skin, which complemented her long, silvery hair that cascaded down to her waist.

She leaned against the sandalwood desk, her slender fingers resting on the surface, her amethyst-like eyes fixed on Chen Zhou with a hint of reproach. Her gaze was neither angry nor resentful, but rather held a thousand unspoken thoughts and a myriad of emotions, making one's heart flutter, yet one dared not meet her gaze.

"It seems the owner's work life is quite fulfilling~"

"Today it's Brigitte, but who will it be tomorrow?"

She parted her red lips slightly, her voice like a clear spring striking jade, carrying a hint of languid reproach.

The setting sun cast a golden glow on her perfect silhouette through the window. Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, swaying gently with her slight tilt of her head, creating a soft halo. Under the gaze of those dazzling purple eyes, even the most hard-hearted person would melt into tenderness.

Unfortunately, Chenzhou was heartless.

"How about it's your turn?"

Meeting Chen Zhou's ambiguous smile, Gu Yuena felt a sudden pang of unease. The man before her was no kind; he remained unmoved even when Gu Yuena humiliated herself by begging him using her father's name.

Not daring to linger any longer, Gu Yuena turned and left.

Chen Zhou shook his head, "He's bad at it but loves to play games."

When the heavy, carved wooden door opened again, an elderly man and a middle-aged man walked into the office.

The heavy, carved wooden door slid open silently, letting in light like water, illuminating two figures. The elderly man at the head of the group walked steadily, his white hair as white as snow, yet he showed no signs of aging, instead possessing a restrained sharpness. Behind him followed a middle-aged man with a resolute face, his eyes slightly sorrowful, yet he tried his best to maintain composure.

"Yuan Enzhentian and his son pay their respects to Lord Chenzhou!"

Yuan Enzhen bowed deeply, his long robe flowing like water, and Yuan Entiantang behind him followed suit. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, with only the clear birdsong from outside the window reminding them of the passage of time.

Chen Zhou's fingertips rested on the armrest, tapping lightly; the cold touch of the metal traveled through his skin to his bones. He didn't speak immediately; his gaze seemed to pass through their bodies, landing on the still-open door.

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