Her personality is different. If you want her to cry easily, she needs to practice to the level of a movie emperor.

While maintaining her grief, she stretched out her claws, plucked off the palm-sized dragon scales from the monkey's hand, then bent down to pick up the scattered ones on the ground.

Put it all in your pocket.

Dragon scales are different from ordinary scales. Even if they fall off the body, the scales that fall off still emit a lustrous luster and are covered with a thin layer of spiritual energy, which is very pleasing.

Wukong thought to himself, if you are sad, just be sad, why bother collecting useless scales.

He just thought about it in his mind and didn't ask. Mortals always have some strange hobbies that he couldn't understand, and he respected that.

"Master, don't be sad. I will go down and get the white horse back."

As he spoke, he was about to go into the water.

The water in Yingchou Stream here is very fast, and there is a big waterfall next to it, with gurgling water and deep water that is bottomless.

Chu Qi felt weak in the knees just by looking at it, let alone going down. She couldn't help but admire the monkey's courage.

"You can't go down there, Wukong. What if you leave and the white dragon comes back quietly and eats me?"

She stopped Wukong.

"What should we do? If we don't get the white dragon, we won't be able to get the white horse back."

The monkey rolled his eyes and came up with a brilliant idea:

"How about this? The journey to the west is long. Why don't I take my master with me and fly directly to Tathagata, take the scriptures and leave!"

Chu Qi teased him: "Wukong is really smart."

So she lay on the monkey's back.

The latter held up Tang Seng's body and was about to summon the somersault cloud, with one somersault he could travel a great distance...

——Then he discovered a serious problem.

Carrying Tang Seng on his back is as heavy as a mountain, and it is like hundreds of mountains stacked on top of each other.

He can't fly at all...