Aiden (2)

Aiden ignored the commotion unfolding in front of him and stared at his terminal. 

He was about to select the surveillance that shows his precious wife sleeping face when one of the barriers he set up alerted him. 

The slender and pale finger that raised stopped in midair. 

"Oh?" In the quiet throne room that was still filled with deep dark cold demonic aura that had been frozen and sharpened, Aiden's rigid indifferent cold voice traveled through. 

And every low demons who heard him speak instantly stiffen.

"Looks like some rats had entered the monthly event." 

"Haha." This cold and indifferent laugh can make anyone's hair stand up to its tip. The lowly demons immediately rushed to stand at the side and bowed their heads. 

The temperature dropped to several degrees without warning. Deep darkness welled up from the frozen demonic aura physical form, it spread across the throne room, swallowing all the sources of light.