&Nbsp; Zhao Hai smiled, " friends from the shrimp Race, how are you? I have an agreement with Yan Hui to do business with you. If you don't believe me, you can ask him. &Quot;
That prawn race man said with a happy expression, " "Wait here for a moment. Although I've heard about this from Yan Hui, I don't know if it was you. I'll immediately call him over." After he finished speaking, he sank into the sea and disappeared.
Zhao Haiyi could not help but laugh when he saw the expressions of these sea tribe people. He found these people, who were called aliens by the human race, to be really cute. They were not as sophisticated as the human race. In their eyes, friends were friends, and enemies were enemies. There was nothing messy about it. To be honest, Zhao Hai felt very good to be with such people.
