Yes, keep your head down and look into the distance.

This is not a sick sentence, the "low" of the former is only relative to the state before the action, and the level of the latter is the result.

After a lot of tongue twisting, only one core idea was expressed: this cub is taller than him, and he can't stop the gap when he sits.

For his body, even if he leans up on his neck all day, he will not have any discomfort, but he can't bear this posture and always reminds him of the reality that "labor and management are lower than his son".

So after making eye contact with Xiaobai for a while, he gave up his affectionate communication posture indifferently and haggard in his heart, and unilaterally reduced the communication between God and language to verbal.

On the surface, he was still quiet: "Don't be in a hurry, sue me if you have a problem." ”

…… Forgive him, a cheerful modern person who can't learn the humanistic crepe emphasis here, less to say and less to revea, he hasn't figured out how to explain the unique "Dad" title before. Should I say that I am glad that Xiaobai does not have a strong spirit of inquiry?

Mo Chuan often has an experience.

In the high school years when he was busy as a dog, if he stayed up all night frantically, there would definitely be all kinds of adverse reactions the next day. The main thing is drowsiness and exhaustion. Young people's bodies are the most energetic, but at the same time they are the most unstable, and once they toss hard, the consequences are often more unbearable than they can predict.

Extremely tired, the dreams in the drowsy classroom, the people and things depicted in them are often very real, flesh and bones, every stroke is remembered clearly, as if I have experienced it myself.

But as soon as I woke up, the experience in the dream became blurred again, and I could only feel the reality connected to the heart from the flashing fragments. I was stunned for a minute before I realized it was just a dream. It's too warm and strayed into reality.

Occasionally raise your eyes between the morning reading and the first class, in the cold spring season, the foggy day, the sun is gone.

Naturally, people whose brains are more dizzy than mushy can't tell the time, so after the school bell rings in the morning, he props up his sleepy eyes and asks his tablemate who is carrying a cup and is about to go to fetch water, "Eun, is this going for dinner?" Then I realized that it was not right.

The sky was bright outside the window.

Instead of sunset dusk.

Mo Chuan looked at the sunset and dusk, and suddenly thought coldly.

Are labor and management dreaming?

Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, the dew on the butterfly petals, is also real. So later, a thought turned to ashes, people were like dreams, and dreams came true.

Which is more important than the past 200 years......

His eyes were distant, looking through the large floor-to-ceiling carved wooden windows into a lush forest. Tall trees, yellow sky, scattered breeze,

It's so far away that it's hard to grasp. That gaze was eventually tied to the glitz of the past, and thanks to the monk's good memory, remembering too much was like a dream.

That kind of look made Mo Jiukong have a sense of crisis, and in a white cloud like cotton, an equally white feather suddenly fell, and the owner of the feather could not see it. Forever elusive thoughts.

It's not strong, but it's panicking.

This made him feel uncomfortable, he felt that the person in front of him was the bird that he couldn't catch or something, and he could only pick up a lost feather on the soft cotton. So he adjusted his position and moved his ass a little further away to make room for him to rest his head on the shoulder of someone who was a head lower than him.

Then he rubbed it twice with a look of enjoyment.

Mo Chuan: "........................"

The hair rubs against the neck, it's so itchy, I love to go away, the bear child can't stand it, I want to laugh so much, hahahaha!!!!

The bear child replied in a voice as soft as his hair, almost muttering on his shoulder: "Xiaobai is very good." ”

But labor and management are very bad......

I don't know if it is related to the hairy head that messed up on Mo Chuan's shoulder, he always felt that this sound also made his heart itch, and his shoulders were heavy, which made his body a little soft.

And what's even more inappropriate is that the posture of the two people is also very weird. Xiaobai sat on his right side, his head resting on his shoulder, his body was slightly sideways to him, and his right hand was loosely placed on his lap, without force.

But that slight touch, even if there were several layers of clothing, made him unable to suppress the feeling of being violated, if Xiaobai dared to touch it a few times, it was estimated that he would be slapped away.

"Shen Shen is gone again," the young man has nothing to say, "it always runs around, it used to ...... On the way, I didn't waste time looking for it back. ”

The tone was a little aggrieved.

Shen Shen is the name of the stupid crab, from Mo Chuan, taken from "Shen Zhou", which has no lofty meaning, it is just his screen name ID of the big fool who made him jump the pit of "Nine Heavens Saint Venerable".

It sounds very coercive and connotative, but in fact, it is still an out-and-out child with cerebral palsy, and only this product has been ruined, and the three views have to be pulled together to die, which can be glimpsed one or two.

Mo Chuan, who didn't know if he could go back, felt that his chances of being able to beat the moon and star with his own hands were too slim, and he could only imagine that slut as a stupid crab like this to make up for the regret of not being able to abuse him with his own hands.

→ I'm relieved to see how stupid you are every day.

And Mo Jiukong has not been idle at all in the past two hundred years, and has personally practiced the journey of how Xiaobaihua grew into a newspaper snake spirit disease, and the blue crab has never had a chance to come out when he stays in the Royal Beast card, let alone talk about his name, if Mo Chuan hadn't taken the initiative to smell it, he would have almost forgotten that there was this thing.

When I was ignorant, I asked the stupid crab to come over, but I didn't like to see Mo Chuan distracted by it, and it had nothing to do with the so-called "children looking for playmates".

"It's okay, it's not far, maybe it's hidden. Xiaobai's words successfully reminded Mo Chuan of his tragic experience, and he suddenly felt a little more disgusted for the stupid crab that added to the chaos.

Xiaobai is alone, his strength is low, and he is already difficult, not to mention that he has come to add to the chaos, and he doesn't know how he survived.

After silently making up for those things that Xiaobai didn't talk about in detail but could imagine how sad they were, Mo Chuan's original intention of getting rid of the paw on his lap naturally subsided.

He doesn't know how to comfort people, and since Xiaobai likes it, he doesn't have to worry about this little bit.

He activated his divine sense, sensing its location through the soul contract on his and the crab's body.

I didn't go far, the distance was less than 100 meters, and I was getting closer and closer, and I wanted to be on my way back.

"Hmm......" Mo Jiukong responded in a low voice, thinking that of course it was not far. It was this that made him a little dissatisfied, and the cave mansion of those three people was too close to them. A hundred miles is nothing in the eyes of a high-ranking cultivator, especially that Qi Ling, this distance can be said to be equivalent to no distance in her eyes.

It's really convenient to want to do something when the night is dark and windy.

Thinking of this, he moved the hand that was on Mo Chuan's lap up slightly.

It was almost to the base of his thighs, and the heat from his hands was shining through his clothes

…… Mo Chuan took a deep breath and told himself to be calm, he would probably lose his son in old age if he slapped him.

At this time, should I say that it's okay that he doesn't lift it. No matter how much the heart ripples and how tight, the body does not have any strange reaction at all, and the expression of Xiàn simply can't be straighter.

In order to divert his attention, Mo Chuan was bored to find Shen Shen's figure. This guy really has something special about this, less than a hundred meters away, neither the five senses nor the divine sense can sense his existence, only through their direct contract can perceive one or two.

I have to say that this kind of trait is really convenient to be a spy, and no one can find out about doing some small actions quietly, it is simply a necessary equipment for people to be blackmailed behind it!

I have to say that on the topic of "how to use stupidity with integrity", Mo Chuan and Mo Jiukong have a tacit understanding of the same opinion.

"Well, isn't it right there? ”

Mo Jiukong didn't react to what Mo Chuan was referring to for a while, and subconsciously followed his gaze.

On the edge of the dark brown wooden window, a cyan crab claw swayed and stuck on it, and then the body below also emerged - the crab in the whole flat garden used the crab claw as the fulcrum, slowly turned itself over 270 degrees, and successfully landed on the edge of the window with a "pop".

Except for a small problem -

It is estimated that he did not grasp the direction well, and the heavy and unfortunate belly was facing upward, and the eight legs on the miserable white shell twitched with teeth and claws, which were dotted in the picturesque scenery behind him, which really produced the surprising effect of "falling into a lump of flowers in the garden".

Mo Chuan felt that this guy was not like a crab, but like a mouse, and if this kind of action was paired with a "squeaky" voiceover, there was no sense of disobedience at all.

"......" Mo Jiukong felt that there was no adjective to describe his mood at the moment, and the guy who was still a hundred miles away just now ran in front of him in less than a pillar of incense. If it's a spirit beast with four hooves and is good at hurrying, it's a lot easier to say, but how can this guy's eight legs move one by one, how can it be so fast?

He had a toothache, not only because of the speed of his heartbreak, but also because of the inopportune appearance of it.

——The atmosphere that was still a little ambiguous was stirred up by Shen Shen and completely turned into ashes.

He has never believed in the mode of just watching and not eating, although the fox clan is not as hungry and thirsty as the snake clan in terms of *, but it is definitely not to be ignored. The sequelae of the awakening of the bloodline inheritance is the complete explosion of a part of his body belonging to the fox clan. * It is the nature of this race that is engraved in its bones, and it is not that he is powerless to resist, but above all he does not want to go against this will.

Wanting to do something intimate with the person you love is a common thing in the world.

It was only through his observation that the person he admired seemed to be unusually cold in this regard.

- At least from the time he was picked up to now, two hundred years before and after, he can confirm that Mo Chuan has not had a more intimate release with anyone than his current self during this period.

What's even more terrifying is that he can even feel that Mo Chuan Yuanyang has not leaked......

Of course, the intact virginity of the person he admires will make him feel satisfied, after all, he has been thinking about this person for two hundred years, and even this face comes to mind when he reads it.

How not to miss. The thought of being able to have this person in its entirety softens my heart as if it is about to melt.

can be happy to be happy, Mo Chuan's situation is really a bit unreasonable.

——Different from the righteous path monks' pursuit of the realm of clarity of the spiritual platform, the demon cultivator pays attention to following his own heart*, following the trend, and doing whatever he wants. Love, murder, greed, hatred, all kinds of emotions can be desired.

Righteous monks pay attention to "self-denial", while demonic monks respect "freewheeling".

There is no difference between right and wrong, good or evil in nature, but the path they cultivate is different, and the path they take is also different.

Overindulge in self-indulgence*, and for the righteous monks, they will turn into demons in their hearts, causing a lot of obstacles on the way to advancement, and they will eat away at them. But the demon cultivator doesn't have this concern, not only does he have no worries, but even suppression* will become an obstacle.

Therefore, the demon cultivator is heavy on killing, and there are many disciples......

Demon cultivators rarely have abstinence, because if they don't vent it, it is extremely detrimental to their cultivation.

- But Mo Chuan is a special case, and the aura of being close to people on his body is undoubtedly revealed at a glance.

It's not that no one Xiao has thought about the location of the Demon Venerable's pillow, it's just that Mo Chuan can't find a trace all the year round, and he occasionally shows up, and before anyone gets closer, the person with bad intentions is first shocked by the coercion of the sky.

If the inherently weak spirit root of the water spirit root is barely said to be in the past, but Mo Chuan is a pure fire spirit root that can no longer be pure. The character of a monk, to a greater or lesser extent, is often influenced by his spiritual roots. The fire spirit root was originally the most violent kind of spirit root, and monks with a single fire spirit root, especially demon cultivators, should not suppress their own *.

This person is dressed in red like fire, but his temperament is like an iceberg that does not melt all year round in the far north, and he is indifferent and cold.

It's not cold, it's just not hot. Warm in the heart, this person still has no idea about it.

…… Dullness?

After Mo Jiukong twisted the abundant emotions in his mind countless times, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came to a god-like conclusion: his sweetheart lacks a string in his brain.

Thinking about it before and after, Mo Chuan's indifference to others—except for the Tuanzi version of himself—has an almost ice-like attitude towards lust, which quietly reveals one thing: love is not a temptation for him.

Also, there are always a few people in the world who are naturally withdrawn.

His mind was straight, and he thought to himself, did he have to let him put his hand directly under Mo Chuan's crotch, so that person would give him some unusual reactions?

- What will he look like?

Will he be angry and ignore him?

Will he widen his eyes wide, revealing a stunned look in the illusion, and then he can press it down and hold the lips that make him miss it.

…… Well, he's thinking too much.

This person is extremely tempting, but extremely indifferent.

He had a feeling in his dark that for Mo Chuan, lust was nothing more than an insignificant matter.

This made him a little aggrieved.

He was the only one who fell, unwilling. Very frustrating.

According to the growth rate of the fox clan, the little fox who has just stepped into the door of adolescence is deeply troubled by the mystery of love, so that he unconsciously starts to be stunned as Mo Chuan usually does.

"What's wrong?"

A pair of slender fingers tapped lightly on his forehead.

Mo Jiukong came back to his senses from the fugue, he was tickled by Mo Chuan's movements, and he was no longer satisfied with simple physical contact.

The head that was almost buried in Mo Chuan's shoulder socket was also raised, and his head was facing the slightly puzzled eyes of the man.

The eyes were clean and indifferent, and it was not obvious that the coldness between the man's eyebrows and eyes had melted, and his expression seemed to be a little relaxed. This kind of relaxation can already be called gentle on Mo Chuan. The gentleness that can only be found in him is not visible to others no matter how much they ask.

He looked straight into those eyes, his mood subtle and contented.

- He clearly saw his reflection in it.

People in the world seek thousands of kinds of love, nothing more than wanting to imprint themselves in the heart of another person.

Mo Jiu's fantasy, this qiē is not impossible.

…… Just give him plenty of time.

**************

The person who was leaning on him did not move for a long time, and Mo Chuan lowered his eyes to the right, and he could only see the broken hair on the person's forehead and the bridge of his nose.

Before the brain could make a decision, the body had already reached out and knocked on the door of the little white brain

- This is a move that he has always used to deal with the stupidity of the golden retriever. Normally, after the golden retriever dog is woken up, he will squint at him, tilt his ears back, and tilt his head sideways to reveal a large area of the whites of his eyes.

However, such an expression of revealing IQ is probably only made by a species whose IQ is not on the line like the golden retriever, and it has nothing to do with the little fox who has always taken the well-behaved route.

- Although it is actually not small, who makes "no matter how tall the child grows, it is still a child who needs to be cared for in the hearts of parents"?

In fact, it is.

Even after Mo Chuan had completely gained the ability to live independently, his mother, who was full of a motherly heart at that moment, would still call over every once in a while to ask for warmth - it was really a cold and a warm - even small things such as what he ate in the morning and what time he went to bed at night had to be confirmed again and again, as if he was a life handicapp.

After more than 20 years of being influenced by the basic concept of raising children by most parents on this day, Mo Chuan finally found an opportunity and began to try to apply it reasonably to his actual relationship with Xiaobai.

Little kids a little

Mo Chuan, who → realized that he had finally gotten the right attitude to get along with his son, dispelled the last trace of awkwardness in his head because he was too close to Xiaobai.

Let's make up for what he owes all these years...... No, it's not enough.

Three years is only a few months for a human being during the long growth period of a spirit animal.

"No...... I just feel like this, sitting with my dad like this...... "This is indeed the truth, and the eyes are unabashedly gentle and warm," ...... It's good to keep going like this. ”

Mo Chuan saw a deep attachment in his eyes, and this feeling of being relied on and needed had only been seen when their dog cub was still a small milk dog.

His heart was struck by a rushing wave of water, and the ground suddenly softened

In this thought, he did not withdraw his hand that he lightly knocked on Xiaobai's forehead, but stretched out his five fingers and lovingly touched his son's dog head.

"Good. The ghost sent the gods, and he actually answered the little white sigh seriously.

- As if he couldn't wait, what is the dignity of being an elder -

But after thinking about it, he won't live long anyway, so how long can he stay with him.

Mo Jiukong didn't expect Mo Chuan to really respond to his transgressive words, but after a little thought, he knew that this person definitely didn't understand the meaning of his words, and he didn't know for a while whether to sigh at this person's sluggishness or be happy for a while to get the promise.

It's obviously a terrifying Demon Venerable, why is it so dull. It's just confusing...... Lovely.

He obediently rubbed Mo Chuan's palm, as he used to do when he was a child, and then slowly approached ......

Mo Chuan's tolerance for him has exceeded his initial expectations, maybe he can try it and give Mo Chuan a pure (not) kiss.

He deliberately lowered his head, watching Mo Chuan's jaw in the shape of a jaw continue to enlarge in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but want to pinch and bite hard, just like he had fantasized countless times......

— but he couldn't.

Mo Chuan looked at the handsome face that was constantly enlarged, hesitated for a second between the three options of patting Fei, patting Fei, and patting Fei, and finally decided to wait and see.

Anyway, when Xiaobai was a child, they didn't do this kind of thing, but the little fox turned into a big dog.

People's thoughts can't be too dirty, think about it deeply, he used to be so enthusiastic about Xiaobai, wearing colored glasses, and it is no different from molesting children.

And Xiaobai went to his side face, not to take away his first kiss, and the reaction was too much, but it seemed that he was shallow...... It's not a little girl, do you want to shout "Don't, don't let go of me".

Mo Chuan said that it was too cheap, and as a (pseudo) Kaolin Flower Facial Paralysis Ruthless Demon Venerable, he would never be able to do it.

Forehead...... It's like being licked by a dog.

Anyway, this dog is very pleasing to the eye, and he doesn't suffer!

Fart!

No matter how pleasing he looks, he's also a man, okay! If it's a cute girl......

- Oh no, it seems that he would be more reluctant to change to a girl?

…… The sexuality of labor and management is in jeopardy!

#跨越种族的父子禁忌之恋#

#拿什么拯救你, my sexuality#

#劳资终究还得是走上了这条不归路#

Obviously, he has done a lot of psychological construction and constantly hypnotized himself, and he and Xiaobai were just pure father-son relationships before, but when this historic moment, the kiss that spanned two hundred years (what the hell) came again, he still couldn't help but open his mind and silently beast.

But I don't know why he's really nervous, he's about to kiss ahhhhh

You said that labor and management were going to be kissed by a man, wasn't Mao angry and angry, and decisively slapped the man?

Labor and management don't know either!

#自古红蓝出cp#儿子要亲我, but labor and management are suddenly so nervous and tangled, okay, in fact, there is still a little excitement and swelling, so on![Cry] [Cry] [Cry]......

I always feel that if this mouth goes down, something crumbling will be gone......

But I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, before Mo Chuan finished messy, he saw a flash in front of him, and something shiny passed by.

A string of mellow bubbles rose from between them, brushing the tip of Mo Jiukong's nose and floating, reflecting the sunset, and a warm yellow glow appeared on it.

The warm atmosphere was destroyed in an instant.

-!

The two of them invariably floated through these two big words in their hearts.

Mo Chuan is embarrassed and has a god.

Mo Jiukong was angry and blew up his kidneys.

Mo Chuan: ".........................................."

Labor and management are all wet, you will show me this? [manual bye-bye]

Seeing this string of familiar bubbles, Mo Jiukong immediately understood who had done the good thing, and he couldn't stop thinking about barbecue crabs for a second......

The two of them strangely kept in sync, and looked down at each other.

I saw that the crab that was still on the windowsill with teeth and claws had moved to the seat at some point, and started its daily life without moving.

Mo Jiukong stretched out his hand decisively, picked up the heavy little thin leg without hesitation, and threw it to the ground.

This time the stupid Shen Shen luckily avoided the fate of lying down, the white beast hair on the ground was not lethal, it was stunned for a long time, turned around in a circle, raised two small eyes to look at the two people, and then ...... I closed my eyes.

- but I always felt that there was a lewd gaze peeking through that thin layer of dark rubbing.

Look at that upright posture!

Look at that proud little breast!

Look at the two little sticks that are straight underneath those little eyes!

Do you think you can pretend you can't see anything by putting a film on your little eyes?!

Mo Chuan refused to accept his shameless behavior of covering his ears and stealing the bell, and he was mercilessly despised!

Shen Shen is rare like its name, calm once, let the cold swishing eye knife on his shell, unwavering!

Mo Chuan————→ eyes were ————→ heavy.

Until—

"Po~"

The right side of his face was lightly touched by a soft object, and the force was really light and light, falling softly like a feather without making a strange sound.

A very cautious kiss, like an uneasy temptation.

This is a sneak attack......

That soft one, it must be, what the little cub is......

Don't ask him why he automatically makes up the dubbing!

The point is that after he reacted to what he was attacked, his first feeling was "Hey, why did he touch the labor and management and almost ignore it accidentally, hahaha", the idea of milk teeth and thirst is simply a loss of the straight man's face!

He really wants to see him in the rivers and lakes, even if it is a shyness, it is much better than this reaction!

From the place where he was kissed, the heat began to spread gradually, first to the cheeks, then to the neck, and then to the limbs, spreading everywhere like a numb, and even the fingertips felt a trace of palpitating numbness.

Obviously, he just pasted it on his cheek with almost no zài feeling, and left quickly, and there was no restrictive content such as sticking out his tongue (?), but in the face of this kind of pure and impure behavior, is he going to be numb for Mao as if he was kissed from head to toe?

Hey!

Even in Western countries, greetings between friends are much more intimate than this......

- But then again, he's already sexually impotent, so why would Mao still have this kind of hellish reaction?

It is said that the good heart is like stopping water, and the body is like an ancient tree without being shocked?

Are the eggs really all deceitful?

After Mo Jiukong tentatively put his lips lightly on Mo Chuan's face, he did not retreat, but maintained the posture of sticking to Mo Chuan's body and observed Mo Chuan's reaction.

Didn't shy away from ......

No expression of disgust......

Didn't push him away......

Even, at such a close distance, even a thin red on the root of Mo Chuan's ear could not be hidden.

At that moment, a strong desire surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but take the reddish ear root in his mouth, lick it repeatedly, and make the indifferent person's face stained with this seductive color, making him let out a small moan.

But in the end, he didn't do anything, and even took the initiative to step back a bit, widening the distance between the two.

- He's hard.

Although the moment his body reacted, he forcibly suppressed it, but if he continued like this, he really couldn't guarantee that he would be able to cover it up so perfectly.

Everything should be done step by step, the consequences of being too anxious are often nothing, he can't afford to lose this person, even if he thinks of the disgusted expression he will show to himself, he will feel a coldness that makes his heart freeze, he will not rush for a while.

What's more, Mo Chuan's reaction has already given him hope, they still have hundreds or even thousands of years to consume, as long as no one else appears next to Mo Chuan, he has enough patience to infect this person's life little by little.

Let every inch of him be stained with his own scent, let him

Boiling a frog in warm water is the safest tactic, isn't it?

Young admirers always have a kind of self-confidence and frivolity, thinking that they have taken care of every detail, but fate is never a little girl who can be mouthished.

They like to slowly unravel the cruel truth when they are most unexpected.

- He overlooked something that was very hidden and deadly: did they still have enough time to spend it?

Mo Jiukong thought this was inevitable.

He even forcibly held back his most instinctive*, hoping to use the most gentle means to let Mo Chuan enter the big net he had weaved.

However, if Mo Chuan knew his plan, he would probably only look up to the sky and sigh-

Hero, kneel and beg not to rape the corpse!

-- If labor and management really could still have a whole corpse --

“…………”

Mo Chuan forced himself to compose, and finally regained his sanity from the afterglow of the kiss, he didn't turn his head, but just glanced to the side seemingly casually.

…… Don't ask him, a kiss that is so simple that it can be ignored can be ignored for hair, and there will be aftertaste, which makes people think about anal prolapse when they hear it.

A warm and satisfying feeling slowly flowed through his heart.

…… It's like being struck by lightning.

The little otaku who had never experienced this feeling was very frightened: it was really a dog.

He withdrew his staring gaze and looked out the window again.

"Chirp~" This voice is crisp and tactful, although the name is the same, but it can be clearly heard that the owner of the voice and the bear child of Xiaohua are not the same species at all.

Mo Chuan calmly overturned his long-established theory that "those who chirp are incorrigible fools", and looked at the little uninvited guest on the windowsill for a long time.

It was a small silver-gray bird with a short beak as red as blood, slender tail feathers, and a thin piece of paper lying at its feet.

It stared at the room for a while, and finally "chirped" twice, spread its wings, and Shi Shiran flew away.

Its wings were very long, flapping slowly and softly, and the silver light spread out as if it were sprinkled with silver dust all over the sky.

Mo Chuan: What kind of bird is this, even if it is pretending to be a forced breath, it also has its own soft light system?

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the piece of paper lying on the windowsill was carried to him by the wind.

The gold red is edging, the silver paint is outlined, and the four big characters on it are transparent and transparent, and the huge pressure still gives people a lot of pressure through the strokes.

- Demon Path Conference.

Mo Chuan: Why haven't you heard of this thing in labor and management, fall!

There is no such plot in the original book

Author, you come out, let's talk about life, is it really a conscience to play cards so not according to the script?

Outside the window, as the little bird with its slender tail feathers turned into a little silver light and disappeared into the sky, the slanting sun also dissipated its last rays of brilliance and slowly sank.