"Rafting?"

Mengmeng was also interested. "But we don't have a boat."

"Isn't that simple?"

Zhang Han stretched out his right hand.

"Crack!"

A huge tree with a height of 100 meters was broken in the middle. Its branches and trunk constantly changed forms, soon forming a wooden yacht. On the top floor, there were two lounge chairs, as well as a beach umbrella.

Seeing this, Mengmeng's eyes slightly widen, and she said ...