Only when you are dying can you see yourself clearly.

Zhang Xiaoyu originally thought that he had no thoughts about this world and could die, but he suddenly discovered that he still had concerns and fetters in the world.

After God heard Zhang Xiaoyu's words, He seemed to have a certain emotion, and then he said to Zhang Xiaoyu again:

"God is not omnipotent."

"I can't give your original heart, I can only give it to you, please take care of it and live with it."

God raised his finger to the falling light, and then said to Zhang Xiaoyu again:

"When you really have a strong heart, you can naturally get what you want."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the slowly falling light above his head. He stood up from the ground and stretched out his right hand to catch it.

He looked down, and what appeared in the palm of his hand was a transparent heart-shaped object with a missing corner and cracks all over it. It seemed to be a handicraft made of glass.

"Glass heart?"

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it in the palm of his hand and muttered to himself: "Ho ho, this glass heart is really a perfect match for me!"

After he finished speaking, he pressed the broken heart into the hole in his chest, and then his chest began to slowly grow blood, and he gradually recovered as before, without any scars on the surface.

At the same time, two warnings came out inexplicably in his mind:

[Broken God lv1, also known as: Fragile glass heart. 】

[Please note that it may collapse at any time, remember not to ups and downs, or you will die of heartbreak! 】

The gentle figure high in the sky, watching Zhang Xiaoyu accept this heart, his expression was sad, and then he said:

"This is the godhead left by the fallen god during the ancient gods and devil battles. I hope you love it!"

"I really want to tell you something, but you can't afford to be fragile at this time, otherwise it's easier to collapse."

"Let you know too much too early, but it will be a bad thing for you."

"Time is running out, try to live! When you have a strong heart and truly understand who you are, you will naturally know the answer."

After he finished speaking, he took another deep look at Zhang Xiaoyu on the ground, and then disappeared.

With the departure of the gods, the soft light here also dispersed, and the space returned to normal.

Before Zhang Xiaoyu had time to look at the surrounding environment, countless mixed memories suddenly appeared in his mind.

He recovered after a burst of pain in his brain. He lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows, muttering to himself:

"It turns out that he is also called Zhang Xiaoyu. He is 18 years old this year. He is an orphan. He is currently working in a workshop called Wei Shiyu."

"From his memory, this is a parallel universe similar to ancient China, but it seems to have entered the industrial age in advance."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the room he was in. Everything here was made up of mahogany fences and white paper, which was in line with everything in the costume TV series.

The room is relatively narrow, less than about 20 square meters, with a wooden door on the front and the back, and a small window that opens on one side of the room, and a small round bronze mirror hangs next to it.

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There was nothing in the room except a bed and a two-story wardrobe.

"It's really rudimentary, but it's the same as my previous style."

Zhang Xiaoyu has always had little requirements for the environment in which he lives, and because of work, he finds it troublesome to move, so his luggage can be as little as possible.

While looking at the room, he walked to the bronze mirror hanging on the wall, he wanted to see what he looked like in this world.

He gently stroked his cheek, then stretched his head and looked into the bronze mirror.

I saw a white face in the bronze mirror, with sharp edges and corners with a cold look, a pair of sword eyebrows slightly raised, under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, there are a pair of dark eyes, and there are two under the bridge of the brave nose. The thin lips are tightly together.

The grim expression reveals perseverance, which is exactly what Zhang Xiaoyu originally looked like.

"Huh? What's going on! It's exactly the same as me on Earth!"

Zhang Xiaoyu always thought that he was a soul traveling into this world as described in online novels. He was also ready to change his face, but he didn't expect it to be such a result.

"Why is this?"

"In previous online novels, the soul traveled to someone else, but it didn't say that it traveled to a person who was exactly the same."

Zhang Xiaoyu was surprised, and he frowned and thought:

"Is this really another me?"

"But shouldn't everyone be unique?"

"Why is this? What kind of secrets are hidden in this world?"

"What is going on with God?"

Zhang Xiaoyu kept wondering, and as he tried to think and mutter to himself, there was a crunch in his chest.

This is the sound of the heart he just got, suddenly broken.

At the same time, a sharp pain came from my heart.

"Ah! It hurts!"

With a puff, Zhang Xiaoyu's pain caused Zhang Xiaoyu to kneel to the ground involuntarily. He supported the ground with one hand and covered his heart with the other, trying to suppress the pain.

But the pain seemed to be overwhelming, and the pain made Zhang Xiaoyu tremble and sweat like rain.

Zhang Xiaoyu could feel that he was only a tiny bit away from death, and he knew that a few more times like this, he would really die.

After a long time, the heartbreaking pain gradually faded away.

Zhang Xiaoyu slowly stood up from the ground and walked towards the only bed in the room. After approaching, he fell heavily on the bed. After lying down, he slowly gasped and said:

"Ho ho, it's really a glass heart!"

"I think too much, you will be broken!"

He was lying pale on the bed, looking at the mahogany wall beams above his head, as if talking in his own heart, he muttered to himself:

"I know you should cultivate at this time, but I can't think too much!"

"How did I die in this world? I still don't know anything!"

"I don't have the memory of him yesterday!"

Zhang Xiaoyu revealed the reason why he had to think about it. When he received the memory of the original owner just now, he found that he did not have the memory of the original owner yesterday.

It is impossible for a person to die for no reason. He can feel that although the body is weak, there is no major problem.

"How did he die?"

"He has no heart! Where has his heart gone?"

"What happened to the weird dreams he often had?"

Zhang Xiaoyu found that the original owner had been wandering and chasing in a dream since he was a child.

The original owner tried to understand everything, so he kept chasing, but he never got the answer.

"Could it be that his heart was swallowed in a dream?"

Zhang Xiaoyu, who was suspicious in nature, was lying on the bed thinking that he had been subjected to too many conspiracy theories on the earth in his previous life, so he instinctively began to doubt the strange dream that the original owner was doing every night.

He, who had never believed in God before, started to be suspicious after having just experience.

"Forget it, if I will enter the same dream tonight, I will find out the truth again."

There was a creak, and another crisp sound.

His heart shattered again because of Duosi, and the deep pain came again, causing Zhang Xiaoyu to curl up on the bed and tremble, but he clenched his teeth and didn't let himself yell out.

He was worried that yelling would arouse his emotions, and if the glass heart in his body shattered because of this, it would be a disaster.

Zhang Xiaoyu pressed her chest hard, holding herself up.

After a long time, the pain in his heart subsided. Zhang Xiaoyu finally got it back. He curled up on the bed, slowly adjusted his posture, and changed to lying down.

"Huhu~."

He stretched his limbs and lay on the bed, his chest undulating violently, his face was pale, and he was breathing heavily in his mouth.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoyu completely recovered.

"Gluck~!"

At this time, a cock crowed, heralding the beginning of the day.

After recovering, Zhang Xiaoyu slowly sat up from the bed. He wanted to lie down for a while, but the Wei-style workshop he worked in had strict requirements for work and rest.

Three times late, the day’s wages are gone.

He walked into the room for a while to wash, and after taking care of the gray work clothes issued by the Wei-style workshop on his body, he pushed the door away.

"I hope that the death of the original owner is not due to work, otherwise I will not escape death."

Zhang Xiaoyu could feel that the glass heart in his body was already on the verge of collapse. If it shattered again, he would not have a chance to live again.

"My heart can't stand the toss anymore."