Crossover: Is this how it's sewn?

Chapter 56, Section 054: Sealing the Holy Lord

"Is it uniqueness, or something else?"

This happened only once, and without any evidence, Xu Zhenqing couldn't figure out what was going on and could only ponder it in his mind.

That figure was me, unable to evolve. That time was filled with traces of my existence, but there was no information about me. So, did I eventually break down?

If the other party were to travel back to another timeline, Xu Zhenqing's "horror" meme would have already begun to infect that timeline, as demonstrated in the storyline of the Infinite World.

It was a story about a "protagonist" who planned to use a cheat code to disrupt timelines, but these timelines converged, and all living beings were infected by a "horror" meme.

If the real world could also have a timeline that converges, countless hours could be saved, allowing one to become a god in one step. Unfortunately, this has not happened.

"Who are you? Why do I feel somewhat familiar with you, yet I have absolutely no memory of you? Why are you with my past?" Da Yu questioned Xu Zhenqing.

"Have you forgotten who I am to you? Shouldn't you know very well?" Xu Zhenqing's playful nature was aroused, and he wanted to tease this lost time and space Da Yu.

"Xiaoyu, what's your relationship with him?" Dayu was getting a little frantic. Could it be that there was something special about her past self and this man who looked to be ten years older than her?

"He is my husband." Xu Zhenqing controlled Xiaoyu's body to speak, wanting to see how Dayu would respond.

"You are... my ex-husband?" Da Yu was a little confused, but she was certain that someone had ridden the carousel with her. Who else but a close relative would do that?

Da Yu blushed, then realized that she was so young in the past, how could she possibly have a husband? It was clearly her past self playing a joke on her.

"Xiaoyu, don't joke around. How can you just accept a husband like that? How old are you? How could you possibly be someone else's wife?" Dayu pressed Xiaoyu into her chest and said with a hint of reproach.

"You were just joking, Xiaoyu is still my fiancée," Xu Zhenqing corrected, looking at the dashing Xiaoyu.

"Let me go! I can't breathe!" Xiaoyu struggled desperately, then jumped down.

Da Yu racked her brains, as if everything about Xu Zhenqing didn't exist, but her past self was indeed with him. Then she said to Xu Zhenqing, "I don't remember anything about you."

"You and I came here just to reminisce about our past experiences, didn't we?" Xu Zhenqing blurted out without blushing.

"What you said makes sense, so you really are mine, my husband?" Dayu was completely led astray by this logic and began to daydream about how she and Xu Zhenqing made their engagement and how they entered into marriage.

"You actually believed that? It was just a joke." Xu Zhenqing smiled wickedly, then asked Xiaoyu to explain.

"He just used his mental power to control my vocal cords and make me make sounds. Don't believe him, he's a bastard," Xiaoyu pouted and said fiercely.

"You bastard, how can you be so wicked?" Da Yu grabbed Xu Zhenqing's wrist, and the two looked at each other closely, their faces so close that they could feel each other's breath.

"Let's go, Xiaoyu. Don't talk to strangers. She's just an older sister who looks a bit like you. She's probably just joking with you. It's probably one of the usual activities at the amusement park." Xu Zhenqing broke free from Dayu's hand. Skin-to-skin contact, playing and running away is what makes it fun.

Xiaoyu was somewhat convinced by this explanation; there was no past or future, it was just a female swindler playing a joke on her.

"But I look a lot like you, don't you think we're related?" Da Yu asked anxiously, hoping her past self wouldn't be fooled by the other person.

Xu Zhenqing later asked Hong to help cover up the lie: "From a genetic point of view, every person in this world has at least seven people who look extremely similar to them. I have facial models of most people in the world, which can also prove this point."

"So, Xiaoyu, you must believe in science," Xu Zhenqing said earnestly to Xiaoyu.

Thinking about her various magical experiences and strange encounters, Xiaoyu hesitated, unsure of whom to believe. She squatted down, clutching her head and scratching her scalp, saying, "I can't tell, I really can't tell."

"It's all your fault. You've made things so complicated." Da Yu grabbed Xiao Yu's hand, ready to pull her away.

Xu Zhenqing grabbed Xiaoyu's other hand and shouted, "Help! Someone is abducting children!"

It seems like the NPCs in this world randomly spawn Chinese people; soon, several people who understood Chinese came over.

"Brother, how can you prove that the person on the other end is a human trafficker and not you?"

"I have an ID card, ask her if she has one," Xu Zhenqing said, though her argument was unconvincing.

"I, I..."

Dayu really wanted to say that she also had a US green card, but then she suddenly realized that her green card had only been issued a year ago, and if others saw the date on it, she would be doomed.

"Wow, you're Xu Zhenqing, the chairman of the Planetary Council, Xu Zhenqing?" The man looked at Xu Zhenqing's name and face on his ID card. Foreigners are face-blind, but he, a Chinese, is not. He didn't recognize his country's famous person.

"Quickly! How could Chairman Xu be a human trafficker? This woman is definitely a human trafficker! Grab her!"

Just as Da Yu was about to run away, Xu Zhenqing used his telekinetic power to grab her and pull the two of them into the sky.

Seeing Chairman Xu with women on his left and right, the young man was a little confused. He had heard that Chairman Xu was a pedophile and had an underage fiancée abroad. Could it be that she was just playing cosplay games?

The evil capitalist was somewhat petrified when he realized he was almost thirty and still didn't have a girlfriend.

"I took her away for investigation to find out what happened. The reason I shouted that was to prevent misunderstandings from arising if I couldn't explain it clearly."

"Look! There are superhumans, living superhumans!" The crowd went wild. The density of superhumans is still not very high, but it is estimated that there will be an explosive growth in the number of superhumans after the next round of spiritual energy recovery.

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"Old sir, is it resolved?" Xu Zhenqing returned to the fighter jet, holding a small jade pendant in each hand, and asked his father.

"Huh?"

"Is Dad seeing things? How come there are two Xiaoyu?"

The old man who had just summoned the Gates of Hell was a little confused. Although he had opened a timeline, wasn't that timeline self-destructed? How come there was still a little jade left?

No!

"You old fool, you forced me to this!"

The Holy Lord, gripping the gates of hell, roared, while on the other side of the gates, His harmonious brothers and sisters were pulling Him to his aid.

With a determined look, the Holy Lord used Dragon Explosion to destroy his body and the talisman, separating the fire from his own body and leaving only his soul to enter Hell.

The talisman shattered, signifying that the twelve zodiac animals, representing the power of the Holy One, dispersed throughout the world to search for the most noble animal.

"Hahaha, you old fool, I've set up a magic circle outside to guide my soul. I'll be back!"

"As expected of the Holy Lord who has a brain, this move is pretty awesome."

Xu Zhenqing watched the Holy Lord's actions with some admiration. This was more like a villain, always having various backup plans. It was just that big mouth of his. Who told the other party not to know that he existed?

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(End of this chapter)