Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Feng Lan noticed in the early morning sunlight that the flesh of this giant octopus was surprisingly firm and chewy. Even though it had been dead and gasping for breath for over an hour, the flesh was still perfectly tender when gently pinched by its powerful and plump tentacles. It didn't have a strong fishy smell, perhaps because it had been soaked in fresh water for so long, it was surprisingly refreshing. "It should taste very good."

"Of course!" Having traveled all night to get here last night, he meticulously preserved the best and most complete portion of this delicacy, even observing the chewiness of the flesh (judging from the giant octopus's fierce resistance and the terrifying suction and wrapping power of its suckers). The meticulous and conscientious Chef Bi Ke even secretly, no, openly, took a few bites. "The meat is very tender, without much of a fishy smell. The combination of toxins gives the fresh meat a unique flavor."

The blue blood flowing out of the deep blue octopus's body was extremely poisonous. In the soil where Feng Lan was standing, most of the plants except the flowers had died. Only a few tenacious trees were left, barely surviving with their yellow and blue leaves.

Huahua absorbed the toxins flowing into the soil, and Bi Ke used most of his body to block the water outlet instead of the blue octopus. Feng Lan would not let the river flow again until 90% of the toxins here were purified. Otherwise, the toxins now directly mixed with the giant octopus's blood would flow downstream, which would be a million times stronger than the little toxins that had only seeped out of the skin after contact.

Then Feng Lan estimated that 99% of the people downstream would die, and the remaining 1% would not drink the water. She suddenly became the "demon" who killed the most people, haha.

While chatting, Huahua bloomed new poisonous flowers, leaving only a breathtaking dark blue in the center. The color became lighter and the poison became weaker as it went outwards.

Feng Lan picked the most beautiful blue flower that was stretched out in front of her. Where her fingertips touched it, a little blue was stained. She praised it calmly, "It's really beautiful. It's worthy of being a flower. The little flowers it produces are beautiful and the fragrance is charming."

Feng Lan, who had wanted to summon players later, stopped silently. With this concentrated toxin, let alone setting a birth point for the players here, even if they smelled the fragrance of flowers, they would start to change color and have difficulty breathing. Not to mention that if a player 'accidentally' touched these poisonous flowers, they would easily turn into a blue little man and fall asleep.

She swept aside a piece of dead grass and sat on the poisonous chair woven by Huahua. Relying on her transformation skills above and proliferation skills below that could regenerate flesh and blood, and her divine body, she knew that Huahua and Bi Ke would be fine with the little poison, so Feng Lan was very confident.

After all, eating is one of her few hobbies. When she was just reborn, it was a nervous time for her. She even ate hot pot at the risk of being discovered. Now, Feng Lan skillfully cut off a leg, and under Bi Ke's eager gaze, she tore off the outer layer of flesh of this giant tentacle that was more than ten meters long and seventy centimeters in diameter, drained the blood, changed the knife, and cut it into evenly lengthed five-centimeter round slices.

As for how to grill, Feng Lan carefully selected from the various fires and finally chose a green wood fire. The flame is green and the temperature itself is not high. It is a kind of medicinal fire without bias. The most important thing is that it can roast the inside without damaging the surface of the meat.

It is very suitable to use it for grilling at this time, because the octopus is huge, and it is easy to burn it with ordinary flames and the outside will be burnt while there will be raw meat inside.

Feng Lan carefully searched for B-level or above seasonings from the space and sprinkled them carefully and evenly on every inch of the skin. He looked serious as if he was studying some world problem. The turquoise flames touched the tentacles coated with seasonings. The originally white and chewy tentacles made a "sizzling" sound of oil, and the barbecue ingredients on them emitted an enticing aroma.