A worm was not enough to satisfy him.
It was just to satisfy his craving.
Zhou Ze waved at the clown as if to signal for the waiter to serve the dishes.
The clown started to retreat, but the study room was only so big. Where could he go?
Therefore, he made the study room disappear. This place had become a desert, but he and Zhou Ze were in a small oasis that was less than 200 square meters in size.
Quicksand rolled around them, bringing with it a scorching temperature.
The clown tried to run out, but when he stepped on it, the quicksand in front of him suddenly turned into a high wall, blocking it.
It was very high, blocking out the sky and the Sun.
Zhou Ze stood where he was,
with his hands on his hips,
he watched as the clown struggled.
The clown once again changed this place. This place became a busy street. He and Zhou Ze were right in the middle of the street.
