In a huge void with no camera in sight, a twelve-sided ink platform floats silently. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With the starry sky as the support, it is lined with the shadow reincarnation of thousands of worlds, standing still, and seems to be forgotten in the galaxy of time.

But this ink platform is truly extraordinary.

The size of the platform is about the same as that of a medium-sized house, the surface is depicted as a series of eight array-like mysterious lines, the slightly shiny lines connect each edge of the ink platform, above the twelve sides of the ink platform, there is a dark and simple stone door that exudes bursts of light, the unknown material of the stone door is engraved with complex patterns, the door frame is of a uniform size, a total of twelve, and the interior flows slowly like a broken void of black elixir. Directly above the door frame is engraved with different totems, although the strokes composed of each totem are very complex, but the overall look is very delicate and coordinated, a closer look can easily recognize that this totem is engraved with a rat standing in the void, the rat is the existence of survival and the existence of the abandoned place in the dry and dirty place, but this rat totem looks so exquisite, and with the continuous movement of the perspective, this rat totem seems to come to life! Looking clockwise along this ink platform, you can also see another 11 totems, which are ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, sheep, monkey, chicken, dog, and pig, a total of 12, marked on the door frame, adding a lot of mystery and majesty to this ink and wash platform. However, what made this platform look most incomprehensible was not the twelve doors, but the white-haired boy squatting on a stone chair in the middle.

The young man's style of painting seemed to be incompatible with the serious atmosphere around him.

He has a snow-white complexion, a good look, and without looking at his eyes, he is still a handsome and beautiful young man.

The key is his eyes.

These eyes have not closed for I don't know how many years, they have been open, looking at the void sluggishly. For a long time, I don't know how many years have passed, causing the young man's lower eyelids to hang down into a half-moon-shaped shape, plus he has more whites of his eyes, and the black eyes are less concentrated under the upper eyelids, revealing half of the pitch-black pupils that are no bigger than black beans.

And now the white-haired boy's expression is exactly the same as usual.

He just held his cheeks and looked at the doors in front of him, his right elbow resting on the stone table next to him, there were some exotic fruits on the stone table, a pot of wine made from unknown things, and a screen behind the young man that was not very tall and simple, on the screen was a landscape painting of pear blossoms and plum blossoms, and there was nothing else on the ink platform. This young man seems to be idle and has nothing to do, boring and completely in the depths of his eyes, or the boredom that can't see the depth, and he is even lazy to a realm, when he is hungry, he doesn't even bother to use his right hand holding his cheeks, and he uses his left hand lamely, and he takes an emerald green fruit on the stone table, and holds it with one hand and eats it with no light in his eyes.

It didn't take long for the white-haired boy to finish the food on the table in his hand, and the kernel of the fruit turned into a broken star.

When he calmed down, he was paying attention to his boring eyes, and a stone door to him began to be restless for some reason, and he could see bright red blood oozing blood from the void crack in the door frame, which looked even weird, and there was more and more blood, so that the bright red blood spurted out of the door frame for no reason, it looked really terrifying!

Of course, the boy was a little sober because of the abnormal movement of the door frame.

He slouched off the stone chair, and with a little more indifference in his eyes, he paced towards the door frame.

"Didn't this door be repaired more than a thousand years ago, why can't it be used?"

"It's really unreliable, so how can this door be repaired?"

"Seems so?" The young man's voice was brisk and self-talking, so that others couldn't feel his impatience at all, and then the nuclear struggling waist with a foot with a burst of afterimages kicked on the door frame so violently, the door frame shook violently, and an aftermath visible to the naked eye swept out, and disappeared into the universe behind him with a huge momentum, so the damaged door frame calmed down a lot, the blood did not vomit, the frame did not shake, it seemed to be no problem, but just when the young man turned around with satisfaction and was about to continue squatting on the chair to resume that boring state, not only the rat door behind him had a problem, but all twelve door frames had problems, mouthfuls of blood kept spitting out of the void of the twelve door frames, and the Milky Way fell from the ink platform towards the void like a waterfall in the Nine Heavens!

"Uh, what did I do?"

"Why did this platform become like this?" The white-haired young man looked confused when he saw the sea of blood in front of him.

"The question is, can I fix it?"

The answer is no. ”

"Then what do I think about, it doesn't matter much to me, I'm just watching the scene. After a short three-second pause, a question appeared in his mind, and after figuring it out, the expression on the white-haired young man's face returned to his previous calmness, and then he didn't bother to think about anything and returned to his chair, squatting there, stretching his hand into the screen, taking out a bunch of fruit out of thin air and began to eat leisurely, no matter the bleeding outburst in front of him, he seemed to not see it, he was completely blind to it, which simply meant that everything in front of him had nothing to do with him at all!

"Lazy, lazy, forget it!" Finally, the soul of the ink platform couldn't bear it anymore.

A dull old man's voice came from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom of an old man of 1.5 meters appeared on the ink platform, and after continuous realization, he stood in front of the white-haired young man.

The old man was wearing a white robe and a white beard that dragged him to the ground, and his voice was full of anger, indicating that he was very angry and scolded the young man who was squatting on the chair: "Stinky boy, you know how to eat! Don't do anything, just watch the platform be damaged, so that the order of the twelve zodiac signs inside is completely messed up?! I will ask you if you are still the guardian spirit of these twelve doors, you still have the face to sit here and eat the offerings I gave you, who are you worthy of!"

"Hey, hey, it's you, old man, you're not dead yet!" the white-haired boy was not here at all, smiling.

"Full of nonsense, if you die, the old man won't die!" the white-bearded old man let out a breath from his nostrils.

"Really, it seems to be very powerful!" The white-haired young man jumped away from the stone chair, and came to the old man with a wine jug in one hand and a bunch of berries in the other, looking the white-bearded old man up and down, and his tone was full of childlike anticipation: "Then you see that we haven't seen each other for so many years, I really thought you were dead, this is not a person who eats and eats with wine all year round, and is very dazed." Then this time you came out, did you bring me something interesting to play, I don't know if the last time I was hundreds of years ago, I finished reading all those books you brought me!"

"Play and play, you know how to play all year round, where is there a guardian spirit!" the old man scolded.

"Hey, hey, can't you say that, who dictates what the guardian spirit should look like, I'm naïve!"

"Innocent?" The old man couldn't bear to glance at the white-haired young man's dead fish eyes embedded in his eye sockets, and he couldn't bear a burst of goosebumps and exploded: "Let's not mention this word, just the way you owe it, I think it's better to rest!"

"Oh, old man, what you said is really unsympathetic, you see who is with whom we are, it's a lot to talk like this!"

"See the fart, hurry up and put down the bunch of berries in your hand for me, and if you eat it again, you will not blame the old man for being ruthless to you!!"

"Yo, little old man, are you serious?" the white-haired young man suddenly snapped.

"Really, what's the matter!" the old man said strongly.

"Cheng Chengcheng, since you said so, old man, I won't play with you anymore, sir, you, where did you come from, go back, don't stand on top of me, it's not tall and quite an eyesore. The white-haired young man's face changed, and he threw away the bottle and berries with a straight face, and sat back on the stone chair, closed his eyes and ignored the old man.

"Hey, you're really a dog's face, you can change when you say it!" The old man looked at the white-haired boy's expression, with a smile on his face, and then came to the white-haired boy, "Eh, stinky boy, look at the friendship between the two of us, who is with whom, don't you talk so seriously, how sad and angry, isn't it?"

"You also know how to hurt and be angry?"

"Of course, of course!"

"Then do you know how to make up for the injury and anger?"

"I know, I know!"

"Okay, how many specialties do you bring me to kill time?" the white-haired boy opened his closed eyes.

"Feelings are still waiting for me here, still thinking about your specialty?" the old man laughed.

"What's the matter, I've been playing a small drum for eight hundred years, and I'm reluctant to throw it away if it's bad, and I can't order other things to play?"

"Yes, but to tell you the truth, this time the old man didn't bring you any souvenirs!" the old man whispered.

"Someone, send off!" The white-haired boy was suddenly extremely lost, and his mood changed.

"Hey, don't mind, isn't this space just you and me?" said the white-haired old man.

"Get out, don't talk about this, don't let me see you, negative person, I hate you!" said the white-haired young man hatefully.

"Eh, you're angry!?"

"As the saying goes, clay people have three points of fire, how can the dignified guardian spirit not have a little temper! Get out, don't appear in front of me!"

"Really rolled?"

"Roll on, how far and how far, it's so hurtful!"

"Okay, okay. Since you guys let me go like this, then I can't help but leave this place!" The white-bearded old man turned around and looked at the blood that was falling from the ink platform around him: "It's a pity that I didn't bring a gift here, but to be honest, I did prepare a king-size gift for someone, but I didn't expect that someone who was so arrogant that he didn't want me and I couldn't do it!"

"Oh, you old man likes to joke, I like you!" When the white-haired young man heard this, his ears instantly appeared next to the white-bearded old man, and he naturally put on the white-bearded old man's shoulder: "How to say, if there is something interesting, take it out and share it with everyone, otherwise it's too boring!"

"Don't, young man, the old man is not familiar with you!"

"Eh, hey, don't mess with the old man, we have been friends for hundreds and thousands of years, let's not be like a little child, it's okay to make trouble and get angry, okay?

"You stinky boy, are you really embarrassed to say, meaning that this is a blow to me?"

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

"Okay! The old man doesn't bother to bother with a stinky boy like you! This time, I came here to give you a big gift, but I hope you don't thank me when the time comes! It's a gift that we've known for so many years!" The white-bearded old man couldn't help but laugh when he was amused by the white-haired boy like this.

"Don't sell it, what kind of gift! can make you blow like this?"

"That's a big gift!"

"Don't pretend, I'll just listen and don't speak, but if you lie to me, I'll never pay attention to you!"

"Hey, you stinky boy's temper is still so stinky for so many years, don't you worry! The rice has to be eaten in one bite, and the words have to be spoken slowly, haven't you been complaining all these years that this space is boring, empty, lonely and cold all year round, and there is nothing to do?" The white-bearded old man said step by step: "Now because there are very serious instability factors within the Zodiac Gate, the Zodiac Gate corresponds to the stability of the Great Plane. What about you, as the guardian spirit here, the meaning of existence is to maintain the stability of the zodiac door, so now that this door is unstable and there is a great danger, you as a guardian spirit must stand up at a critical time, you can be cowardly, but you must not be cowardly! Then you have to use all your efforts to repair these twelve doors, otherwise when the laws of the twelve zodiac doors collapse, you, as a guardian spirit, will fall into a situation of no return, and at that moment, do you know that your surroundings will be a sea of dead blood, and the lonely place can't even get in to chat with you, so you are really left alone!"

"Hehe, I'm afraid!" the white-haired young man pretended to be frightened, but in fact stared at the old man with a dull and dead fish eye, with an expression of inadequacy.

"Ahem, cough, it's good to know that I'm afraid. The white-bearded old man looked embarrassed, woke up his throat, and then calmed down his eyes!