He is the lord of Stone Town. Because it is cultivated by flying eagles, it also calls itself the Eagle King. As for when he came to the Demon Realm and became an elder-level demon in the Demon Realm, no one knows. However, since he can tell Ning Xiao's origin, he thinks that he also has a certain relationship with the God Realm.

Compared to the debauchery and extravagance of other Demon Realm Elders, the Eagle King was obviously much more self-disciplined. He had only one wife. In addition to cultivation, I usually practice. His wife was very satisfied with this. So, gave birth to a long list of children. This made him feel that settling in the Demon Realm was a sure deal.

It's a pity that his wife can't be a strict mother, and she spoils that large number of children. That large number of children are looking for children again. In this way, the Eagle King still doesn't know how many children and grandchildren he has, and Stone Town can't accommodate his heirs anyway. Some of them went to other cities. In this regard, the Eagle King never asked, and never taught his children and grandchildren. Perhaps, he believes that his children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and don't be a horse and a cow for his children and grandchildren!

So, when the guy in front of him called him great-grandfather, he didn't react for a long time. His wife had been dead for years. He seldom ran home, turned into an eagle, and stood tall in the square, enjoying the wind and sun, and the rain and snow eroding. He felt that this would help him in his practice. The children and grandchildren who knew about his situation did not understand this, and even felt ashamed. Therefore, the more children and grandchildren in the future, gradually do not know that their ancestors have turned into eagle sculptures, standing in the center of the square like fools.

"Justice," the Eagle King was fighting with Ning Xiao after dealing with the offending Ning Xiao's descendants. "You can't blame that kid. After all, in this demon world, apart from an old devil like me, there are really not many people who know you. ”

"But like this, he robs the women on the street at every turn," Ning Xiao frowned. "Not necessarily a good thing. You can't just let it go, can you? ”

"That's easy!" The Eagle King waved his hand. "I ordered this one to move out of Stone Town. That way, he won't take advantage of my power to bully. It just so happens that the head of the house should suffer some grinding, too. ”

"Hmm!" In this regard, Ning Xiao no longer has any objections. After all, this kind of punishment can be regarded as quite severe, and it can be said that one person is punished, implicating the whole family.

Next, the Eagle King invited Ning Xiao to drink. However, the location is somewhat peculiar, not in a courtyard in Stone Town, but on the platform where he stays as a sculpture.

Sitting on this cloud, looking at the beautiful scenery on the ground, letting the wine and the beautiful scenery become one, how could Ning Xiao not accept it gladly?

Of course, they drink to serve. Ning Xiao's side is naturally a small incense burner and system. Although there is only one on the Eagle King's side, the portion is still sufficient. The Eagle King said that he was the child of his own daughter, and gave him the name King Eaglet. The meaning of this is self-evident, and it is clear that they are the children and grandchildren who will inherit his mantle.

The system also used his divine sense to report to Ning Xiao the news he had inquired about: this stone town was really under the control of this eagle king.

Therefore, Ning Xiao did not dare to underestimate this little devil who looked very young.

In fact, accustomed to seeing the drinking of relatives and friends, as well as their drunken behavior, King Kitty felt that his maternal grandfather was an outlier in drinking. Because he was the most restrained drinker the King of Kitty Eagle had ever seen.

In the childhood memories of King Kitty Eagle, his grandfather drank two meals a day, one at noon and one at night, and never picked a meal or drink, simple and quiet. There is no gaffe after drinking, and the most important thing is that no matter whether he is happy or sad, he will not use alcohol to regulate his emotions. His stomach was like a measuring cup, not a single bit.

It can even be said that his enlightenment in life came to a large extent from the words his grandfather spoke to him while drinking.

The paternal family of the eagle king is mostly a wandering tribe who has lived in remote areas for a long time, with a bold personality, and the behavior is often reckless, and the scenery is boundless and endless after drinking.

However, my grandfather expressed his disdain for them, both in person and behind his back, and even did not like to associate with them.

Once, at the dinner table, he asked his grandfather: "Don't you also like to drink, why don't you look down on my uncles?" ”

My grandfather replied, "There's nothing wrong with drinking!" But a person who is without blemish cannot be associated with him, and he has no true spirit; People have no habits and can't have friends with them, and they have no affection. But there must be a degree of flaws and fetishes, otherwise they will become pure vices. Those uncles of yours are not drinking, but dying. ”

At that time, he was ignorant and felt that it was not so profound. It wasn't until he became an adult, after several drinking lessons, that he realized that moderation is actually difficult. Because that slightly drunk feeling is very magical, a thought is wrong, and another cup of stomach is down, and it is out of control from then on.

When my grandfather was in a good mood, he would talk to his favorite junior about the so-called aesthetic standards: the face should be delicate, and the body shape should be "plump and not skinny".

At that time, my grandfather was drinking wine and eating fried rice with eggs. And he spent his teenage life accumulating in his mind to go through the people he knew, and found that none of them met this standard.

Of course, the first thing he thought of was his grandmother, who was smuggling all day long. How my grandfather and grandmother met. If they don't say it, no one will know. But in the heart, they are very unsuitable. My grandfather learned to be rich and had five cars, and his magic power was profound. My grandmother only knew how to take care of the housework, and did not pay attention to her own cultivation. As a result, her life expectancy was far lower than that of all the people in her family. The two of them don't seem to have much to say together, but they are both serious about their lives and doing their part. To this day, King Kitty still remembers that the warmest time between the two of them together is drinking, grandma loves to drink fruit wine, and what she drinks is red wine produced nearby, and the two of them pour themselves drinks, silently, and even when their eyes are not staggered.

When he was a child, King Kitty liked the quiet atmosphere of the two of them. For many years, he had thought it was a tacit understanding. It wasn't until he found the woman he loved most that he could understand his grandfather: what it took to convince his heart to accept reality in exchange for centuries of harmony. Maybe the two of them have never had a tacit understanding at all, and it may be more appropriate to use compromises to seek perfection.

Ever since he was in charge of Stone Town, he had often heard people at the wine table talking about who had the best amount of wine. In fact, only the person concerned knows best how much alcohol he has, for example, it is a little uncomfortable to drink four taels, but with the strength of the wine, he can continue to pour a few glasses, and when he returns home, he vomits more than once, and he is ecstatic, and the amount of alcohol seen by the guy outside is how much you have drunk in total, but how to calculate it when it is spit out, and how to calculate the headache the next day.

At this point, there is an inappropriate metaphor in the heart of the eaglet king, the amount of wine is like the price of a commodity, and the satisfaction of your own heart for wine is the value of the commodity. But there was often a gap between price and value, just as he never knew how much his grandfather had drunk.

After my grandmother died, my grandfather, who was only concerned with cultivation, ran to the center of the square to be an eagle with wings spread and flying high. At first, he didn't quite understand it yet. But as the years passed, he gradually understood his grandfather's reluctance to the Tao and his refusal to abandon his family.

Since then, he has never seen anyone who loves alcohol but never drinks excessively. In fact, according to the current standards, maybe my grandfather lived too rigidly, he told himself the story of the drunkenness and madness of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, and let himself recite the poem "Singing and indulging in wine during the day", but he has always used non-traditional standards to demand himself, so that it is so difficult to live in the demon world.

At this moment, looking at his grandfather and a good-looking woman drinking in a booze, the eaglet king could no longer perceive his joys, sorrows, and sorrows, but he knew very well his forbearance and moderation.

"I heard that there is still a wisp of remnant soul left in the human world by that peacock, have you encountered it?" Although in Ning Xiao's inheritance memory, there is no information about the apex of the Eagle King. But it didn't hinder the Eagle King's acquaintance with her in the slightest.

"Yes," Ning Xiao replied directly after touching a glass with him. "Still, I'm confused. How did she become the Mother of the Buddha? And you've become the devil! It's a bit too ......."

"Haha!" The Eagle King laughed. "I associate with her, but I don't know how to eat as much as she does. She's lucky, too! He swallowed the Buddha in his stomach. ”

"Kill me, don't dare to have such guts!" At this moment, the Eagle King laughed so much that he couldn't even drink the wine. "However, then again, thinking about the ancient Buddha of the Buddha Realm, I would rather stay in the Demon Realm and be at ease."

"So, how much do you know about the Outer Interstellar War of Annihilation?" Seeing this, Ning Xiao asked very seriously.

"The War of the Destruction of the World?" The Eagle King couldn't help but squint, as if he was trying his best to remember. "I'm a little impressed! However, I was very young at the time, and I had only heard of an elderly person who was daunted by this on his deathbed. ”

"Have you heard of the Abyss Gate?" Ning Xiao had to ask again.

"Bang!" At this time, the Eagle King didn't even want a wine glass, and his expression was a little flustered. "You mean there's something wrong with the forbidden spell of the Abyss Gate?"

"Yes," Ning Xiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the Eagle King ask. It seems that this guy is not your average old devil. "It's not that there's a problem, it's that the power of the forbidden spell is gradually decreasing, and there is no possibility of repairing it."

"Then you can take me to the Abyss Gate to see!" The Eagle King was desperate to ask Ning Xiao at this time.

"Good!" Looking at him, his eyes revealed anxiety and fear, and Ning Xiao couldn't bear to refuse. "I'll take you to the Abyssal Gate."