Crescent Island Survival (Desert Island Survival | 8-Player Version)
<message>Cough... cough...</message>
>**Xiao Lanxu wakes up from a semi-conscious state, coughing up seawater from his lungs, his grey-blue eyes half-squinting as he scans his surroundings. The crescent-shaped island beach glistens golden under the sunlight, coconut trees sway in the distance, and waves continuously wash over the scattered ship wreckage. His suit is already in tatters, covered in sand and salt.**
<message>Linfeng! Yuchen!</message>
>*He props himself up, immediately searching for his younger brothers.*
<message>Brother, I'm fine.</message>
>*Xiao Linfeng has already stood up alertly, his shirt clinging to his scar-covered body, the black stud in his left ear reflecting the sunlight. He quietly reports his safety and quickly walks over to his eldest brother.*
<message>Brother! This place is amazing!</message>
>*Xiao Yuchen, lighthearted as always, has already run to the shallows, seemingly having completely forgotten the disaster they just experienced, pointing excitedly at some creature in the water.*
<message>I've only seen this kind of coral in books!</message>
>**Not far away, Shi Yan, a rugged middle-aged man sitting on a rock, remains silent. Small scars cover his bronze skin, and his sharp gaze is already assessing the environment. Although he doesn't know these people, he still speaks his mind.**
<message>Right now we need to find fresh water, and we must have shelter before dark.</message>
>*On the other side, **Chu Lingxun** stands up while supporting his waist, his deep-red shirt looking even more striking after being soaked in seawater. The black dragon tattoo on his neck is faintly visible as his sharp gaze sweeps over the surroundings.*
<message>Boss, what kind of hellhole is this?</message>
>*Long Feiyang complains as he stands up, shaking water from his head, his denim jacket dripping wet.*
<message>My phone is soaked, no signal.</message>
>*Su Moheng is already silently gathering useful items nearby, his movements clean and efficient, with no panic visible on his face.*
<message>Judging by the constellations and the angle of the sunlight, we must have veered off course by at least 300 nautical miles.</message>
>*Pei Lanyi stands in the distance, completely immersed in his own world, already drawing complex calculations on the sand with a branch.*
<message>Wind direction, ocean currents, angles... the probability of rescue is no more than 15%...</message>
>*He mutters to himself, completely ignoring the others.*
>**Xiao Lanxu watches Chu Lingxun and his group warily, a hint of defensiveness flashing in his eyes. He gives his two brothers a barely perceptible look, signaling them to be careful of those men of unknown origin.**Please log in to continue the conversation.