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

Chapter 313 is all for the sake of our Soul Beast race.
But the next moment, a pair of snow-white arms wrapped around Chen Zhou's waist. The beautiful, dazed Bi Ji, who had awakened at some point, peeked out from her arms. Rich jade soul energy dripped uncontrollably from between her eyelashes, staining the sheets with patterns like a peacock's tail.

"Owner."

The alluring Brigitte nestled into Chen Zhou's arms, her exquisitely white skin flushed with the lingering blush of passion, her emerald hair entwined around the alchemist's wrist like a chain forged from some kind of mithril.

As Chen Zhou looked down, he met her eyes, which were filled with morning dew—the most unguarded state of a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

"Master, Brigitte can still continue~"

A light kiss landed on Chen Zhou's chest, his warm, moist breath patting against it.

Chen Zhou held the delicate chin of the jade swan, his fingertips tracing her pearly lips. Brigitte obediently tilted her head back, jade feathers materialized from her soul power fluttering down from her shoulder blades, forming the pattern of an ancient altar in the Starry Sky Forest on the sheets.

"The greedy little swan."

The alchemist's whispers caused Brigitte's earlobes to gleam with a crystalline emerald hue. Suddenly, she was turned over, and iridescent feathered soul bones spread out in a fan shape across her spine, while soul energy veins flowed beneath her skin, creating galaxy-like bands of light—a soul image that the Emerald Swan clan only displays during courtship.

The sleeping Gu Yuena unconsciously stretched out her slender legs.

Her left hand had already passed through Gu Yuena's cascading silver hair.

"Um"

The silver-haired girl let out a wail like a young dragon in her dream, her legs twisting tightly around the sheets.

"Let's begin!"

The Yuanen family, originally a reclusive family, was swept out of the Douluo Continent by Huo Tianshu's sweeping actions. This included not only reclusive families like theirs, but also any forces that attempted to transcend the world.

They were all relocated to the outskirts of Donghai City to await trial.

The faint light of dawn seeped into the room through the gaps in the heavy curtains, and the old clock struck seven. Brigitte's eyelashes trembled as she struggled to sit up from the alchemist's embrace. Her cheongsam, now mangled beyond recognition, had turned into countless emerald glitters on the floor. Wrapped in the alchemist's robe that Chen Zhou had thrown at her, the lingering scent of stargrass on the fabric made the feather patterns on the back of her neck begin to burn again.

The knocking sounded at that very moment.

"My lord, the envoy from the reclusive family has arrived."

A hesitant report came from outside the door. Biji hurriedly went to pick up the scattered buttons on the ground, but Chenzhou grabbed her wrist.

Beneath the alchemist's robes, his chest, faintly visible, still bore the marks of dragon scales and the eerie glow of swan feather patterns. He casually summoned the alchemical matrix floating above the bed, and the rotating geometric shapes immediately wove together to form new garments that covered Brigitte's body.

"Make them wait."

Chen Zhou's voice was like a blade tempered with ice, startling the person outside the door so much that they stumbled back and knocked over a vase. As he lowered his head and bit Bi Ji's earlobe, the emerald swan gasped and curled up in his arms, the feather-like patterns that had appeared on its spine the night before beginning to flicker again—soul beasts only uncontrollably manifest their soul bone characteristics under extreme emotional states.

Gu Yuena, who was sleeping on the other side, suddenly turned over, her silver hair spreading across half of the bed like a galaxy. "Don't make a sound, let me sleep a little longer."

Gu Yuena slapped away Chen Zhou's teasing hand, her tired eyes never once showing any intention of pulling away.

"I don't know who it was last night."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuena abruptly lifted her head from under the covers, her silver hair disheveled and draped over her snow-white shoulders. Her amethyst eyes blazed with shame, anger, and resentment. She instinctively reached for a pillow to throw at Chen Zhou, but a sudden surge of pain in her lower back caused her to groan.

“The mighty Silver Dragon King…” Chen Zhou leaned down and pressed his fingertips against her ear, tracing the lingering bite marks on her collarbone. “Can’t even manage a sneak attack?” Before he finished speaking, Bi Ji suddenly pressed against him from behind, her emerald feather robe transforming into a stream of light that wrapped around his wrist—this gentle swan was actually helping Gu Yuena out of a predicament.

The alchemist raised an eyebrow and turned around. Brigitte immediately shrank back and lowered her eyelashes, but still stubbornly pulled Chen Zhou's hand away from Gu Yuena. The red marks on her neck from last night's sucking had not yet faded, appearing faintly among her emerald hair, like plum petals fallen in the snow.

"Interesting." Chen Zhou chuckled, then grabbed Brigitte's waist and pressed her back onto the bed. Alchemical runes lit up on the sheets, instantly solidifying the swan's feather robe into solid chains. As Brigitte cried out and struggled, the sound of the chains rubbing against her skin made Gu Yuena's ears turn bright red.

"you--"

The Silver Dragon King had barely opened his mouth when Chen Zhou grabbed his chin. The morning light outside the window was suddenly blocked by shadows, and a mechanical dragon beast was gripping the balcony railing with its front paws, its scarlet electronic eyes locking onto the room through the glass—this was Chen Zhou's "messenger," who would only come directly to the bedroom for urgent intelligence.

The alchemist finally released the two, and as he got out of bed, he didn't forget to turn the chain bracelet into clothing.

"One step ahead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Zhou's figure appeared atop the mechanical dragon beast's head. With the beast taking flight, Chen Zhou quickly disappeared into the morning mist. Only Bi Ji and Gu Yuena remained in the room, staring at each other, the air still thick with a lingering, ambiguous atmosphere.

Gu Yuena gritted her teeth, but ultimately gave in and lay back down in bed. Her gaze fell on Bi Ji, who was frantically trying to reform the Emerald Feather Robe. But perhaps due to the excessive exertion of the previous night, the soul power that should have been flowing like a living thing was now like a kite with a broken string, leaving only a few faint streaks of light in the air.

"you"

Gu Yuena wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words back.

Brigitte glanced up at her, their eyes meeting briefly in mid-air, a subtle spark igniting between them. Brigitte spoke first, her voice soft as if afraid of disturbing something: "My lord, last night..."

"Don't mention last night."

Gu Yuena sat up abruptly, her silver hair flying, a hint of panic flashing in her purple eyes, "It's all for the sake of our soul beast race."

Brigitte raised an eyebrow, as if she were seeing again the innocent little Silver Dragon King who had just transformed into human form. Her gentle eyes held a smile as she picked up Gu Yuena's delicate body and whispered, "Go back to sleep, my lord."

On the Alchemy Guild's helipad shrouded in morning mist, the mechanical dragon's metal claws scraped three deep grooves into the granite floor.

As Chen Zhou leaped down from the dragon's head, Huo Wuji, who had been waiting for a long time, jogged forward, handed the documents in his hand to Chen Zhou, and explained, "It's like this, my lord."

(End of this chapter)