When people looked back at Song Yan with doubts, Zhao Yun said with a more somber face, "Song Yan, what do you want to do? Everyone's time is very urgent. You'd better not waste everyone's time."

"Grinding knives and cutting firewood by mistake!" Song Yan smiled faintly, ignoring Zhao Yun's deliberate search for stubble, then took two steps, bent over to pull out a grass from the ground, and then took five steps to the left to pick a flower.

Seeing what happened, people were even more puzzled.

Zhao Yun even shouted out, "Song Yan, what on earth do you want to do? You are not interested in playing with...